tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73781598307424341032017-09-07T19:48:10.847-04:00Staying Scared Blog - Get Your Horror OnWelcome to the Staying Scared Blog, a blog dedicated to horror and a favorite of ghouls everywhere. From books to films, including many indie projects, general media, trailers and reviews, fear is a priority that Staying Scared takes very seriously. Creep by if you dare and get your horror on.Thomas Scopelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-77211015988356719932017-07-23T19:50:00.000-04:002017-07-23T20:03:48.180-04:00A Day in the Life of Horror<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVMHoKcx2Nw/WXUPYaJYKMI/AAAAAAAAEk0/QFM1dmefOLoRjL3C9IZ2Tb0MCKA8rsTQwCLcBGAs/s1600/horror%2Bgif%2B1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="226" data-original-width="500" height="90" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVMHoKcx2Nw/WXUPYaJYKMI/AAAAAAAAEk0/QFM1dmefOLoRjL3C9IZ2Tb0MCKA8rsTQwCLcBGAs/s200/horror%2Bgif%2B1.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Hiya ghouls,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">sorry I haven’t been around for a spell, been busy digging other graves.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">From film to print to gaming to crafts and collectibles, horror has always been my thing and that is no secret. But, through all this horror, it has always been fiction and never been anything detrimental, unless you count my odd and sometimes wicked sense of humor that may or may not rub folks the wrong way. Yes, I’ve been accused of being wracked, abnormal, unusual, offbeat, strange, peculiar, weird and completely unconventional, and this I accept, take it with a grain of salt. For the most part it's all, in an unhinged sort of way, humor anyway.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Maybe I am. Maybe I do have a morbid sense of amusement. As a matter of fact, I do own a hearse I'm slowly customizing.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Maybe I like to be frightened and to also share the fear. I'm a fan of Jigsaw, George A. Romero, Resident Evil, Undead Teds, a horror dollhouse, evil clowns and probably a thousand other things too, but it doesn't make me a Ted Bundy or John Wayne Gacy? Speaking of Gacy, he and I vaguely share the clown thing but that's about it, and, I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t explored owning one of his original artworks for my ghoulish collection. It’s not like I collect serial killer stuff. Probably more a clown thing.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LW9i4vtdWg/WXUW6pNwGqI/AAAAAAAAElM/Vzt3m5HQIvgbCsj9K5l398bb2TFPZFLnwCLcBGAs/s1600/jwg%2Bartwork.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" data-original-height="255" data-original-width="198" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6LW9i4vtdWg/WXUW6pNwGqI/AAAAAAAAElM/Vzt3m5HQIvgbCsj9K5l398bb2TFPZFLnwCLcBGAs/s200/jwg%2Bartwork.jpg" width="155" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’m simply a guy who appreciates an emotion that has been around since the dawn of time, and my dawn began a long time ago with Night of the Living Dead, a terrifying film that set the standards in zombie genre.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/p-c8oj1I2Hw?ecver=1" width="260"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">You've never seen <i>Night of the Living Dead</i> like this!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">What brought this rant on? Probably a couple of things…one, and more than likely the main reason, was that, besides working ungodly hours and using spare moments to work on <i>A Lawnly Existence</i>, my first full-length novel, I haven’t had much time for anything else, let alone blogging. If you must know, I’m on final rewrite, Chapter 16, page 188.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="23" data-original-width="500" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Nonetheless,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">right now it is in the small hours, just past 4 a.m., and my routine (sparse days off included) has just begun. Usually it's 5 tho, kinda just woke up&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">this morning to fingers having a mind of their own.</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Today is this blog piece. Tonight,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">if I can keep my nose out of an uncountable collection of hand picked interests, and providing something like <i>The Walking Dead</i> isn't on, I'll do it again.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Everyday it's something and let me tell ya, writing a novel this way takes a while.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oFxqCQeEYo/WXUa_Zd93xI/AAAAAAAAElY/cEfBP0i9ubsLDIdzXdjbLhUazcqDChgawCLcBGAs/s1600/20170723_175219%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2oFxqCQeEYo/WXUa_Zd93xI/AAAAAAAAElY/cEfBP0i9ubsLDIdzXdjbLhUazcqDChgawCLcBGAs/s200/20170723_175219%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Currently,<br />The Book of the Dead, Nights of the Living Dead,<br />Zombie CSU and Wastelands 1 are the favorites.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br />...here I go rambling again.</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="23" data-original-width="500" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Prior to morning writing,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">I typically peruse the news headlines and today a story depicting teens mocking a disabled man as he drowned caught eye. To me, this is absolute horror, despicable, cruel and very real. Point being, horror is everywhere. One simply needs to peer. Regardless, this one stroked ire in this dark heart. This was not a chilling fiction piece. This was real life, something far chillier.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxE8mqw8xFE/WXUi009nWiI/AAAAAAAAEls/1p-phmNP3VAgm2LJQsUkYKSkFw_WILp1ACLcBGAs/s1600/george%2Bromero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="167" data-original-width="301" height="110" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mxE8mqw8xFE/WXUi009nWiI/AAAAAAAAEls/1p-phmNP3VAgm2LJQsUkYKSkFw_WILp1ACLcBGAs/s200/george%2Bromero.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Godfather to everything zombie</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">George A. Romero passed this week at the age of 77. This came as a surprise since the last I heard he was making, or at least considering, another dead flick. He had always been a hero of mine and while traipsing the stairs heading up to the loft to write, I caught myself stopping to peer at the hanging signed poster&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">with even more reverence.&nbsp;</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8EfBhq7lao/WXUkUV5OhLI/AAAAAAAAEl0/z9TdRViHk50Sn8Im096qHRkr-9-DbYHtACLcBGAs/s1600/20170723_183217%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W8EfBhq7lao/WXUkUV5OhLI/AAAAAAAAEl0/z9TdRViHk50Sn8Im096qHRkr-9-DbYHtACLcBGAs/s200/20170723_183217%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thanks for the memories George.<br />You'll always hold a sacred place in this dark heart.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="23" data-original-width="500" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">There are a couple of films I have my eye on</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2TlcxQdK0og?ecver=1" width="260"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Wish Upon seems like a rehash of The Monkey’s Paw times seven and having a demonic overtone. To me, there's always something enticing about what comes around goes around. Wishmaster on steroids maybe?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vPP6aIw1vgY?ecver=1" width="260"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Jigsaw, on the other hand, is a completely different monster.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Gruesome engineering...plan and simple.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="23" data-original-width="500" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lJpu6RyzPsUHMU6dBtBvMHFX9VMJONp3ACPcBGAYYCw/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">And, last but not least,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">another surprise came in the form of an email declaring this blog had been selected by Feedspot as one of the <i>Top 100 Horror Blogs</i>, coming in at 78.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://blog.feedspot.com/horror_blogs/" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="216" data-original-width="216" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8yN45eST3DU/WXU4IORV-gI/AAAAAAAAEms/x3KzMHBKt_cVVGaPdwUooIR3qutj193jwCLcBGAs/s200/Top%2B100%2BHorror.png" width="200" /></a></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">This wasn't supposed to be a monster, merely a place&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">to share ramblings, maybe broadcast a few things. Thanks for the notice everyone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Like mentioned earlier, being so entrenched in a few other projects had taken away the frequency of my postings and for that I am sorry. Kind of like rearranging the furniture in a room, change is due and walking away from the novel for a bit always brought new vigor. So, besides a little blogging, there are a few other projects to attack.</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">1)Build this Creature From the Black Lagoon model</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">2)Make another video for the Staying Scared YouTube channel</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">3)Glue some more on the Horror Dollhouse</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">4)Finish final rewrites and submit a couple of short tales</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Of course, I could simplify and just concentrate on one single project but no...no...no...</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">ADD knows no boundaries and besides, he who dies with the biggest pile of bloody dead bodies wins right?</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgr6GC7jjZQ/WXUwawzGpYI/AAAAAAAAEmY/Yn7PTNrmgMEiwxdbaoTmrtW-C63Pp1-eQCLcBGAs/s1600/20170610_115255%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="1200" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgr6GC7jjZQ/WXUwawzGpYI/AAAAAAAAEmY/Yn7PTNrmgMEiwxdbaoTmrtW-C63Pp1-eQCLcBGAs/s200/20170610_115255%255B1%255D.jpg" width="150" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Maybe next time I'll discuss the painting I bought.<br />Pure <a href="http://nightgallery.net/" target="_blank">Night Gallery</a></td></tr></tbody></table><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reoRUMnlqaM/WXUsr-jEm2I/AAAAAAAAEmE/24S8YzVbBYYJe5GuXbIq9wrCFZC2439rQCLcBGAs/s1600/horror%2Bgif%2B3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="264" data-original-width="480" height="110" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reoRUMnlqaM/WXUsr-jEm2I/AAAAAAAAEmE/24S8YzVbBYYJe5GuXbIq9wrCFZC2439rQCLcBGAs/s200/horror%2Bgif%2B3.gif" width="200" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Until next time ghouls,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Stay Scared</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-58049168640682838392017-06-20T18:18:00.001-04:002017-06-20T18:18:02.716-04:00Finding Creepy - A Staying Scared Adventure<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="200" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8OywZUeE2Go" width="300"></iframe>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-6242901963471011552017-06-20T13:11:00.001-04:002017-06-20T13:13:11.045-04:00A Night with the Living Dead<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="244" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/p-c8oj1I2Hw" width="300"></iframe>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-17397627170831618892017-06-03T12:19:00.001-04:002017-06-03T12:19:43.835-04:00To Kill a Vampire - Staying Scared explains why a wooden stake is necessary<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe width="260" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/2xJPVwr1lsM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-87399457383902014122017-06-03T10:45:00.001-04:002017-06-03T10:45:38.951-04:00Wanna Build a "Negan" Bat?<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Z1Zjfr7CWyQ" width="260"></iframe></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-57291860488448768972017-06-03T10:43:00.001-04:002017-06-03T10:43:15.316-04:00Along with Gwendy's Button Box and Undead Teds, Pinocchio was a Murderer<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/72dmKxWrKnI" width="260"></iframe></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-83590441000658247312017-05-28T21:54:00.002-04:002017-05-28T21:54:46.648-04:00Staying Scared Episode 1This time Staying Scared takes a look at Gwendy's Button Box by Stephen King &amp; Richard Chizmar, Undead Teds, &amp; explains why Pinocchio was a murderer.<br /><br /><a href="https://youtu.be/72dmKxWrKnI" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/72dmKxWrKnI</a>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-49432725163501155472016-04-05T15:11:00.001-04:002016-04-05T16:24:08.819-04:00Who did Negan kill?<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/0959yJ9S4Cc" width="250"></iframe>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-23518639339544542852016-02-29T08:42:00.000-05:002016-02-29T18:58:09.976-05:00Pinocchio was a murderer, the dark origins of a few famous tales<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1vEVPUy1Yc/VtRHuIyxsqI/AAAAAAAAEeo/DDtTzEy2yBI/s1600/bloody%2Bdisney%2Bhand%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N1vEVPUy1Yc/VtRHuIyxsqI/AAAAAAAAEeo/DDtTzEy2yBI/s200/bloody%2Bdisney%2Bhand%2B2.png" width="184" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Most Disney stories have wonderful happily ever after endings which is all well and good, but the tales are far from the truth. Tales like Pinocchio, Sleeping Beauty and even Snow White have origins that were far more sinister and dark and intended to be read by adults. Here at Staying Scared, where loitering in the shadows listening to the clock toll midnight is the norm, the disturbing and ominous side is much more appealing and thus, the horrific truth of these tales, while unsettling, are far more attractive.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">And so fellow ghouls, let’s take a look at the truth, explore the honest origins that were usually filled with debauchery and depravity. But, take heed fiends and consider this your only warning, if your perception of these characters are innocent and delightful and you want to sustain that insight, stop right here, for to continue will surely shatter this.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mghY8Mp3NI/VtRF1jvrJ_I/AAAAAAAAEeU/PiNzMEgpH28/s1600/Pinocchio%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mghY8Mp3NI/VtRF1jvrJ_I/AAAAAAAAEeU/PiNzMEgpH28/s200/Pinocchio%2B2.png" width="199" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Pinocchio<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">The tale, which most folks are aware, surrounds a happy go lucky boy child made of wood whose nose grows when he lies and his sidekick is a cricket with a beautiful singing voice. Well, truth be told, derived from an 1881 &amp; 82 newspaper serial written by Carlo Collodi, the only similarity is that the boy was named Pinocchio. Entitled <i>The Adventures of Pinocchio</i>, the boy was, for a lack of a better word, simply an a-hole and that cricket was not named Jiminy. Lacking compassion, at least until the very end, he was a child who frowned upon being corrected and after the cricket offered advice he didn’t didn’t agree with, Pinocchio threw a hammer hitting the cricket in the head, killing him. Although somewhat regretful, he still blamed the cricket for its own demise, telling Gepetto, his father, “it was his own fault, for I didn’t want to kill him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Not only did he appear uncompassionate, but he seemed rather stupid too.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">While sitting on a stool, wooden legs placed up on a stove to dry, he napped, completely unaware that his legs were slowly blackening and eventually became ashes. Nonetheless, like any loving father would probably do, he whittled new ones. One would think that the boy would be grateful, but he wasn’t and continued on with wicked ways. You see, prior to all this, after Gepetto brought the boy to life, understandably, it took a bit for him to learn to walk. But, becoming confident in ability, Pinocchio proceeded to run off and a distraught Gepetto searched only to find that the boy lied, giving the townsfolk the impression that his father had been abusing him. This landed Gepetto in jail. Now this alone, and for good reason, might just turn a father away. But, on the contrary, Gepetto's love prevailed and he sacrificed, giving up his only coat to buy a book so the boy could attend school. Pinocchio sold the book for theater tickets.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">The dead cricket returns as a ghost, again with noble advice, this time recommending that Pinocchio avoid the unsavory who claim planting gold coins will in fact grow a tree of gold. Again Pinocchio fails to listen, finding those same insalubrious ones hanging him by the neck in a tree.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Originally, with Pinocchio dead, Collodi intended to finish the tale there. However, he didn’t and wrote on, which brings the blue fairy that saved the boy’s life into the tale.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Eventually maturing, the boy settled and began taking care of his elderly father, but not before the cricket appears again, reminding Pinocchio of the hammer. Under the impression the cricket was taking the opportunity to exact revenge, the boy pleaded to throw the hammer at him instead and to not harm his father. Well, the cricket didn’t throw a hammer at all, instead reiterating that folks need to be nice, courteous and kind to one another, and Pinocchio never forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn08PXUa_Tc/VtRDvaNlYjI/AAAAAAAAEeI/dhjWFoxh-jw/s1600/Sleeping%2BBeauty%2B2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nn08PXUa_Tc/VtRDvaNlYjI/AAAAAAAAEeI/dhjWFoxh-jw/s200/Sleeping%2BBeauty%2B2.png" width="139" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Sleeping Beauty<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">This tale has different versions and it is the more gruesome Giambattista Basile adaptation we’ll concentrate on.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Named Talia, it is the kingdom astrologers that predict she will be stricken by a splinter of flax and when this occurs, she is abandoned on a velvet throne by her father in a sealed house.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">One day a king happens by and after getting no answer to his knocking, climbs up and through a window to find her, still unconscious. He tries to wake her to no avail and carries her to the bed, where he proceeds to rape her, eventually leaving her lie and taking leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Still unconscious (and don’t ask me how) Talia gives birth to twins named Sun and Moon. One of the twins suckled Talia’s finger, essentially removing the dreaded flax, which allows Talia to awaken. Of course, she has no idea what had occurred, but takes to motherhood.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">The king, wanting to visit Talia again, finds both her and his children alive and well, and explains what had happened. One would think that she would be disgusted, but she wasn’t and in fact, they bond and he promises to come back for her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Overhearing him speaking of Talia, Sun and Moon in his sleep, the king’s wife, the queen, becomes furious and threatens the royal secretary until the truth is disclosed. Implying she is the king, she sends word to Talia indicating that the children would like to be seen and Talia sends them off. But, the queen has a more gruesome plan and intends to feed them to her king. The cook is ordered to serve them, but hides them and serves two lambs instead, which the unknowing queen accepts. Afterward, Talia is summoned, the queen intent on burning her alive, but the king finds out and burns the queen instead and they lived happily ever after.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcE9n4mxfQo/VtRF8IvohlI/AAAAAAAAEeY/14Ck0kqcdxg/s1600/small%2BSnow%2BWhite.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qcE9n4mxfQo/VtRF8IvohlI/AAAAAAAAEeY/14Ck0kqcdxg/s200/small%2BSnow%2BWhite.png" width="140" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><u><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Snow White<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Originally titled Sneewittdhen, it was The Brothers Grimm tale number 53 and was completed in 1854.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">After pricking her finger and seeing the three blood droplets on the snow covering a windowsill, the Good Queen wishes for a daughter who has skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood and hair ebony black. Well, her wish comes true, but the queen dies during childbirth.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">The king, Snow White’s father, eventually takes another wife. However, this wife is wicked to the core, always consulting a magic mirror with “who is the fairest of them all.” The mirror, who never lies, always tells the wicked queen that she is…until Snow White grows into a far more beautiful maiden. It is then that the mirror turns and begins stating That Snow White holds the honor.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Of course, the queen despises this and orders a huntsman to kill Snow White, demanding he return with her liver and lungs as proof the deed is accomplished. Under raised blade, Snow White pleads for her life, promising that if he spares her, the kingdom will never see her again. He indeed pardons her, returning with the innards of a boar instead, which the queen delightfully has for dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Snow White wanders for days and eventually stumbles on a small house with no one home. After taking liberty to food and drink, she falls asleep in one of the seven beds and is eventually awakened by the seven dwarfs who noticed things out of order. Well, after negotiations, in which she will be basically a homemaker for them, she is allowed to stay, but is warned to let no one in while they are away.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Again at the mirror the queen asks who is fairest and the mirror replies that Snow White, beyond the mountains at the home of the seven dwarfs is. Under disguise, the queen travels to the cottage and offers Snow White the most beautiful of the laced bodices she is peddling. Snow White accepts and allows the cloaked queen to tie the laces, which she does so tight that Snow White collapses. Thinking her dead, the queen takes leave, but the seven men come home to find Snow White in the nick of time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">The following morning at the mirror, nothing has changed and the queen is enraged and this is where the apple comes into play. After consulting kingdom magicians, she poisons an apple and disguises herself as a simply farmer’s wife. Hesitant at first, only after the queen cuts the apple in half and takes a bite of the good side does Snow White follow suite and becomes stricken. Unable to help this time, the dwarfs put Snow White in a glass coffin.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">A prince finds her and wants to take her away. Of course the dwarfs are doubtful, but agree and while the prince’s servants are carrying the coffin away, they trip on some roots which dislodges the poisoned apple from her throat and Snow White awakens.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">A wedding day is set and the queen, yet again after consulting the mirror, finds Snow White is fairer. Although angry, she accepts their invitation, only to find that for retribution for attempting to take Snow White’s life, she will be forced to wear red hot glowing iron shoes and dance to her death.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">And so fellow ghoulish ones, you see, wracked with murder, cannibalism and ill intent, not all is pristine in never never land and these tales are more closely suited to Tales From the Crypt rather than Disney. Maybe next time we’ll discuss a few more, for there are plenty to choose from.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Mwhahahahahahahaha</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Stay Scared.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-15557792738858121442016-02-24T11:32:00.001-05:002016-02-24T11:32:20.434-05:00The Zombie Guide to Employment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2gMFIvdHpY/Vs3MCbOTr3I/AAAAAAAAEdA/1J34oQCvz_I/s1600/z3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f2gMFIvdHpY/Vs3MCbOTr3I/AAAAAAAAEdA/1J34oQCvz_I/s200/z3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Whistle while you work, just don’t lose your lips -&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: small;">The Zombie Guide to Employment</span></span></h1><h1 style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></h1><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">By Thomas Scopel</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Does constant flesh foraging have you down? Feeling unproductive, alone?</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Are you an outcast, shunned at every turn?</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Does the urge to remain a society member haunt?</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Feeling like there should be something more out of death?</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Why not consider getting a job?&nbsp;</span><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Employment can be an ideal solution, paving the way to a life after death foundation that can be productive, rewarding and fulfilling.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Worried about that slushy, fogged mind? Fearful of that lack of aptitude? Have lost body parts held you back?</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well take heed my fellow undead friend, there are many ideal positions out there just waiting to be filled, even with little or no skill, and with a little confidence, you too can become a productive part of society.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This guide, while offering considerations, directions and pitfalls, only covers so much and should be treated as a mere aid to getting started. Success ultimately lies with you. As for those missing body parts, so what if you’ve lost a couple of fingers or an ear, you have eight more or one ear left, and they work damn well. Follow these guidelines and/or suggestions and before you know it, you’ll be experiencing that first day, a rotted, greenish smile on your face.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One final bit of advice; confidence and determination are allies, use them to your advantage. Regardless whether you can hold it or not, keep the glass half full and you’ll do fine.</span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0UMHq_bS7k/Vs3WZgDUmoI/AAAAAAAAEdU/yu9MzSH8rSE/s1600/z1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T0UMHq_bS7k/Vs3WZgDUmoI/AAAAAAAAEdU/yu9MzSH8rSE/s200/z1.jpg" width="187" /></span></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay within limitations…</span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prior to your demise, whether you were a NASA engineer or a part-time cook at Denny’s doesn’t matter. Diminished mental capacity is a natural aspect of death and accepting this fact will greatly improve opportunity, translating into satisfaction. Realize this and you’ll go far.</span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The number one thing to avoid…</span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Working alongside the living, having to curtail a constant urge to chomp will probably pose the largest threat. Overcome this adversity. Keep that hunger in check. Build faith with fellow coworkers and show them you can be trusted. Fight the craving, there will be plenty of time for foraging flesh after the shift ends.</span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Expectations &amp; Job Satisfaction…</span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Having a limited death span, long-term employment is probably not in best interests. However, don’t let this discourage. Go for the gusto. Be the zombie to look up to. Believe it or not, there are a numerous factors that make you a highly desirable addition. </span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Note:</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Be sure to use these as selling points during that initial interview.</span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">* <i>Medical benefits</i>– Since you are already dead, this benefit simply does not apply and will save any employer potentially thousands. In the same vein, sick days will not be needed either. Can you really become more ill than you already are?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">* <i>Vacation</i> – Being lucky enough to have your death carry you through a full year of gainful employment says something in itself. If you are fortunate enough to do so, most employers will gladly grant a paid week off. A word of advice, Disney World or Land is not a place for zombies.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">* <i>Rate of pay</i> – Regardless what you did while alive, death is certain to have impacted knowledge and although there may be sporadic moments of recall, accept the fact that the majority is lost and expect a low starting offer. Through hard work and dedication, over time this will increase. However, and this is going to be blunt, with a necessity revolving around the need for living flesh, does it really matter what you get paid? Where are you going to spend it? It’s not like you can’t just lumber into the nearest Wal-Mart expecting the meat section to be chock full of various arms, legs and brains. Also, as for a place to live, alleys, woods, fields and such do not require rent payments.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">* <i>Shift preference or hours</i> – Typically, the third shift (anywhere from dusk until dawn) is probably the best option. Usually it is the hardest shift for an employer to fill and not needing sleep makes you an ideal candidate.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">* <i>Taxes</i> – This ranks high on the hard to overcome list. Since the IRS already considers you dead, your previous social security number will be void. As you are already aware, the inevitability of both death and taxes served true and while you can either attempt to utilize your previous social security number (if memory serves well), or apply for another, either will prove to be stumbling blocks. Therefore, seeking employment offering 1099’s or the opportunity to be personally responsible for paying may need to be pursued. In the event you manage to obtain legal documentation, be prepared to fund Social Security too, but don’t expect to reap any retirement rewards.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prior to starting your search...<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Photo id and proof of residency</i> – any department of motor vehicles offers standard photo identification and every cemetery has an address. Use the one where you were buried. Also, provided you have already indulged, maybe use the caretaker as a personal reference.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Appearance is everything</i>. Good first impressions are essential and therefore, consider trading in that shredded, horrible suit for something less stained.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Need to finance getting started?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, besides plucking from that purse or wallet of your latest victim (which can make many feel less than stellar), keep those rotted body parts that have fallen off and make a beeline to the nearest medical school. They always have a need and usually pay top dollar.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><br /></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some Jobs to Consider…<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Stuffing envelopes at home</i> – usually this is a scam. However, there may be times when you stumble upon a legitimate ad allowing the ability to work at your leisure from your own crypt.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Special Events Traffic Coordinator</i> – Limited and easy movements, knowledge of directions required. If a car hits you…simply get right back up and drag your broken body back to work.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Sign Holder</i> – limited movement required; no brain necessary. Simply keep the sign aimed at potential customers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Dog Food Taster</i>– this allows companies to justify the “new and improved flavor label.”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Theatre Ticket Taker</i>– if you can tear tickets in half and drop them in a small slot, this might me a consideration. Best chances for getting hired will be during Halloween or a horror movie run, when customers will appreciate, viewing you as costumed. Your smell will offer realism too, impressing most attendees. Expect photos to be taken. Note: being a horror movie extra might be an option too. Practice that moan ahead of time, you never know when your 30 seconds of fame will appear.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Poisonous Snake or Spider Handler</i> – anti-venom is a lucrative market and whether or not they bite you doesn’t matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Roach exterminator</i>– eat all you want, they’ll make more.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Dead Body Crime Scene Cleanup</i> - just don’t let them see you licking up the rancid puddle of blood. Keep cleaning materials nearby for show.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Zombie Trainer</i>– teach freshly risen zombies the ways of the world. Funeral homes, nursing homes, hospitals and morgues would be good scouting locations.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Dead Animal Carcass Remover</i> - The smell won’t affect you and dine as you like. Be prepared to beat pecking vultures away.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Halloween Haunted House</i> – although limited, a bevy of opportunities exist here. Usually the hiring manager will make an offer on the spot, especially since you’ve worn your costume to the interview.<u><o:p></o:p></u></span></div><div class="MsoHeader"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Some Jobs to Avoid…<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></u></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Garbage Man</i> – time is everything and with the temptation to snack being too great, chances are you’ll slow things down. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Hair Dresser</i> – requires dexterity and your idea of beauty will most likely conflict with any standard norm.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Bricklayer </i>– lugging heavy bricks can rip an arm right off.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="mso-hyphenate: none; mso-pagination: none; tab-stops: .5in; text-indent: .5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*<i>Phlebotomist or Blood Drive Director</i> – again, too many temptations and besides, your thirst will never be quenched.</span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">*</span><i style="text-indent: 0.5in;">Waiter or Waitress</i><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;">– besides the unsanitary fingering of food, your stench will probably curb appetites leaving tiny checks and change as a tip.</span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMTHeePu2lY/Vs3WOgDjBWI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/0bLbrXloIyU/s1600/z2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="182" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JMTHeePu2lY/Vs3WOgDjBWI/AAAAAAAAEdQ/0bLbrXloIyU/s200/z2.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Encouraged?</span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Optimistic?</span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Inspired &amp; Hopeful?</span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">As mentioned prior, this article simply offers considerations and potential direction, only touching on a few aspects of this vast area.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">By all means do not limit yourself to just these few suggestions.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Get out there and explore every avenue.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">There are many suitable opportunities for the confident zombie and sometimes being in the right place at the right time really does matter.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">Being prepared can greatly increase one’s chances and thus, there’s no time like the present.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">So, let’s get started by grabbing a pen and paper and practicing that penmanship.&nbsp;</span><span style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;">You have plenty of applications ahead of you and those filled out properly will always take precedence.</span></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><i style="text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Good Luck and Happy Hunting</span></i></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpct20WuA1o/UaYyDQYVjSI/AAAAAAAAB3o/9nS8LHFRWN4/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="8" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kpct20WuA1o/UaYyDQYVjSI/AAAAAAAAB3o/9nS8LHFRWN4/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Pdxtjob30o/Vs3XXjn6rzI/AAAAAAAAEdc/4fjg9D9_KM4/s200/IMG_2124.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She made friends right away</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Pdxtjob30o/Vs3XXjn6rzI/AAAAAAAAEdc/4fjg9D9_KM4/s1600/IMG_2124.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, Morticia is a reality. Who is Morticia? Well, besides being the matriarch of the Addams Family, she is…wait, let’s start at the beginning.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Besides writing horror I am also a fan and collect it. From posters to life-size figures. Framed zombie puzzles hang and both a few Living Dead Dolls as well as Undead Teds decorate a shelf. An electric chair sits nestled in the corner of my office (a product of a rainy day build) and among the eight loaded bookshelves are various horror novels, a bevy of scary anthologies and collections, more horror dvds than I care to count and various knick knacks all leaning to the macabre. Oh, there’s some dumb stuff too, like a Regan (The Exorcist) action figure, an Ouija board game, a couple of skulls, plenty of Creepy &amp; Eerie issues and a very authentic looking special effect eyeball complete with dangling nerve cluster resting in a tiny jar. While there is much more and we could be here most of the day discussing, I simply wanted to give you an idea of this ghoul’s massive wound of horror to set the tone. And so you see, Morticia fits right in.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdt0ttVt2WE/Vs3YLDmfiAI/AAAAAAAAEdk/sjf7_Pax0XA/s200/IMG_2125.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A ghoul found a home</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xdt0ttVt2WE/Vs3YLDmfiAI/AAAAAAAAEdk/sjf7_Pax0XA/s1600/IMG_2125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While most initially who view find her morbid, after the initial sense, a coolness factor seems to develop, most ending with an understanding chuckle. If I had a dollar for every time I heard <i>you are weird</i>, I’d probably have substantially more horror than I have now.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nonetheless, Morticia is a silver 1990 Cadillac Brougham Hearse complete with a coffin. Initially, I viewed this coffin as killing two birds with one stone, heh heh, but after realizing that I’ll probably be cremated instead, my intentions are to convert it into a cooler/charcoal grill for tailgate parties at horror conventions and Halloween haunted houses.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, I had been toying with owning a hearse for quite some time, especially after the wife gave full blessing (coincidentally, she seems more excited than I) and began exploring. Most were relatively cheap enough, under 5k and some even far less, which beckoned the question why? Only after recognizing that these automobiles have held countless dead people, something most folks find revolting, I finally understood. Of course this prospect didn’t bother me in the least and I gladly welcome any lingering ghosts. Regardless, when the opportunity arose, I took it with no regrets and she became the official Staying Scared mode of transportation, occasionally being seen lurking around the Daytona Beach area.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="148" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHEre6qcuXA/Vs3YXhAueQI/AAAAAAAAEdo/NQqPOf2fZ04/s200/IMG_2121.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The eyes light up with the brake lights.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHEre6qcuXA/Vs3YXhAueQI/AAAAAAAAEdo/NQqPOf2fZ04/s1600/IMG_2121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, her large motor has an appetite similar to zombies and flesh and so trips are limited, except for the occasional restaurant visit. Having the coffin partly visible through the windows, looks and comments are certain and I simply mention that we had to pick up a body and had gotten hungry along the way, always adding that they weren’t in any hurry to get anywhere anyways. It’s our little way of spreading the horror joy. Heh heh. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Halloween this year is going to be a blast.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Maybe I’ll put Mr. Grim on and Uber. Mwhahahahahahaha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoHeader" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so fellow Creeps, until next time...Stay Scared!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-884902058902526892016-02-03T12:08:00.002-05:002016-02-03T12:08:56.246-05:00Omg! The Horror of Junk...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSX3GHZOUOw/VrIh-DR_t2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/6z2qsi8CmfQ/s1600/scary%2Bdrawer%2Bgif.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GSX3GHZOUOw/VrIh-DR_t2I/AAAAAAAAEb4/6z2qsi8CmfQ/s200/scary%2Bdrawer%2Bgif.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Well hello fellow Creepsters and a Happy New Year to ya. If you're wondering where I've been, well, besides that job thing getting in the way, I've been going through the 2nd rewrite of my first novel A Lawnly Existence, penning a few tales, working on the <a href="http://www.horrordollhouse.com/" target="_blank">horror dollhouse</a>, and trying to get a short film off the ground. Believe me, It's pretty tough doing all this by yourself. Oh yeah, even wrote a couple humor pieces too. Below is one of them. It's called <i>The Horror of Junk</i> and is a frightful envisioning that takes a funny turn along the way. I was going to send it to Reader's Digest, but figured what the heck and decided to post it here instead. Coincidentally, I just might be writing for <a href="http://cracked.com/">Cracked.com</a> too. Nonetheless, keep the fear folks. Just because yours truly is branching a bit, that doesn't mean that horror is on the outs. I've had a number of other genre pieces on my mind for some time now and finally took the opportunity to put then down. While horror flows through this bloody heart and always will, it's okay to laugh too and while these humor pieces may not include blood, guts and gore per se, they will always surround something frightening. Hope you enjoy and chuckle at the read.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Horror of Junk</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">by Thomas Scopel</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Heading out the front door, the wife looked back with a smile and asked. “Would you be a dear and clean the junk drawer?”<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The words were pulverizing, sending a ripple of horror cascading down my spine. Like face cards flashing during a shuffle, images of things I’d rather do flooded my mind; leech bloodletting; doing the backstroke through a school of Amazon piranha; having a root canal. But, because I’m a man of men, willing to make my wife happy, I simply nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Located in a desolate part of the kitchen much like Siberia, at the edge of the recessed lighting shadows, the trek to the virtual treasure trove of jettison junk rivaling that of the city landfill feels like the last mile.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">A shaky hand clutches the knob and with a tug the drawer loosens, opening only far enough to barely fit in two fingers. Gritting teeth, knuckles scraping, the culprit is found and I wonder why locks are made of steel when all it takes is a #2 pencil.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Using some small expenditure of strength, the drawer manages to extend fully. Frightening noises come from behind as unknown items are cast into a crevice similar to those lying dormant on Everest. There will be no search party and with a sad shrug, assume all is lost forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">My gaze falls to the pencil in hand, contemplating a three point shot to the trashcan at the far corner of the room. But, after short reflection to realize it was no fault of the pencil, compassion brings reprieve and it is spared such doom, placed on the counter instead. Exactly two seconds later, the pencil rolls, almost in slow motion, across and off the edge of the counter, hitting the floor lead end first leaving a noticeable black streak on the white tile. There will be no second chances. Nothing but trashcan!<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">A few envelopes, crumpled like the front end of cars at intersection traffic accidents, lie in wait on top of the heap. Minimal thought recognizes that no matter how much hand smoothing occurs, restoration is futile, and they are placed on the vast counter.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">A couple of haphazardly folded sheets of paper with single line shopping lists probably written with that pencil are next. Obviously one of the six scattered fluorescent yellow Post It Note booklets weren’t handy at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Peering at the tightly packed clutter, using a hand like a steam shovel to excavate crosses mind, but after a vague envisioning of a worse pile of mess requiring a 40 hour work week to clean up, the delicate process of picking through begins instead, starting with expired coupons too numerous to count.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Like belligerent blinking neon lights, three partially used scotch tape cartridges plead for attention. Two come out easy. Why they weren’t used completely before going to the next is probably the ninth wonder of the world. Gathering the third, a lonely rubber band clings desperately to the sticky underside, with a red crayon magically wrapped on the other end. Blessings are counted at being able to clear three things at once, but just as the counter edge crossing occurs, the crayon, in an attempt to escape no less, leaps away, only to plummet down the face of the cabinet, tapping and marking various spots along the way to the floor.&nbsp;&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Bending down, a cluster of stars fill vision, brought on by a drawer face forehead bang causing a rattle that probably measured 6.8 on the Richter scale. Certain to need a plastic surgeon, a gingerly rub of the afflicted location indicates on the contrary and with a single swift swoop, the crayon joins the pencil.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Ink pens of all shapes, sizes and colors are plucked, enough to fill a clutched fist, most of which probably no longer work, and are set beside the growing counter pile. Flattening out they linger, like logs casually floating around a sawmill pond, except for one that has other thoughts and rolls the full six inch distance to tumble and disappear into the sink. Unconcerned, reckoning to retrieve later, the task at hand is continued, unaware that the pen has tumbled directly into the drain and later will consist of playing a homeowner’s version of the operation game using a pair of needle nosed pliers.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Scratched beyond repair, the more the bottom panel comes into view the more the enigma deepens.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Is there a real reason to save so many rubber bands?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Where did this nut and bolt that could probably hold the load beam of the Empire State building come from?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">How do matches get moldy?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Why are we keeping a pack of four birthday candles when no one in this household will ever be four again?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Besides flint being a hot commodity when the zombie apocalypse hits, is there another reason why we have three non-working Bic lighters?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">The wife comes in the front door, sets a couple brown paper bags on the table and heads for the bathroom. A luscious familiar scent shrouds and while there is no need to look to know what it is, I simply can’t keep my head from turning. Immediately spying the lovely green polka dotted box barely hidden inside the top of one of the bags, like Niagara Falls, my mouth begins to water. Inside are Krispy Kreme doughnuts, the best invention next to the wheel, and suddenly concentration is garbled, complete control lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">Using a hand resembling a bulldozer blade, a single precise swipe pulls the heap back into the drawer followed by a quick nestling to assure minimal force needed to cram it closed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 12.0pt;">There’s always tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4b1zLTn3IVM/VrIpktCtc2I/AAAAAAAAEcM/WfHOuni9_pI/s1600/ahs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="113" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4b1zLTn3IVM/VrIpktCtc2I/AAAAAAAAEcM/WfHOuni9_pI/s200/ahs.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's still a little time left to watch the episodes online. <a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/american-horror-story/episodes" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Did you happen to watch American Horror Story Hotel? They are pushing the censor issues and this is a great thing. Personally, while I can't say I've been a fan, but Lady GaGa did impress and maybe she will become a regular.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="111" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIGaW8iDGl4/VrIsj1rV83I/AAAAAAAAEcY/N8PX7g3HWsc/s200/twd%2Bdoors.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Valentines Day will be soon upon us and with it comes the 2nd half of season 6. <a href="http://www.amc.com/shows/the-walking-dead/video-extras/promo-the-new-world-the-walking-dead-season-6?gclid=CjwKEAiA58a1BRDw6Jan_PLapw8SJABJz-ZWFUoPqBZjutTDAfnpUw5ggI8fCKycfTPpZ1DL9WKRKBoCKEzw_wcB" target="_blank">Watch a sneak peek here.</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OE6LvtPUw/VrIuQfHGxKI/AAAAAAAAEck/uFAZIjedqt0/s1600/notld.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a1OE6LvtPUw/VrIuQfHGxKI/AAAAAAAAEck/uFAZIjedqt0/s200/notld.jpg" width="143" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Remember this flick? Ever wonder what happened to the players prior to reaching the house? Well, you're in luck. Jonathan Maberry and Romero himself are editing an anthology of tales surrounding the 48 hours of the landmark film. Tentatively titled Horror of the Living Dead, these all original tales feature names like Thor, Keene, McKinney, Lansdale, Russo and more, with the Godfather of zombies himself penning too.<br /><a href="https://www.facebook.com/notes/jonathan-maberry/maberry-and-romero-team-up-for-night-of-the-living-dead-anthology/10153170942711927/" target="_blank">Read More Here</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">And so monsters, until next time, seek out the dark corners, play in the shadows, and stay scared!</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-49943628755623748972015-11-24T20:22:00.000-05:002015-11-24T20:24:15.186-05:00Today the Horror Dollhouse was born<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEgZRd6PSHE/VlULqcPGD4I/AAAAAAAAEAg/J97yq48Wakk/s1600/horror%2Bdollhouse%2Btest.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DEgZRd6PSHE/VlULqcPGD4I/AAAAAAAAEAg/J97yq48Wakk/s1600/horror%2Bdollhouse%2Btest.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Today the Horror Dollhouse build got underway. While there is a long way to go, it had to start at the beginning and therefore, I consider today it's birthday. Visit <a href="http://www.horrordollhouse.com/" target="_blank">Horror Dollhouse</a> for more.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/9ZKDJr1TRzg" width="215"></iframe> <br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;arial&quot; , &quot;helvetica&quot; , sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-39207387065238815392015-10-28T09:23:00.000-04:002015-10-28T09:23:52.899-04:00Vidal Sassoon was never like this, a review of the Prime Cuts graphic novel<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIqrmp6wvFM/VjDKjuL4RLI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/eIuw8guwIWI/s1600/Prime%2BCuts%2Bgraphic%2Bnovel%2Blogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hIqrmp6wvFM/VjDKjuL4RLI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/eIuw8guwIWI/s200/Prime%2BCuts%2Bgraphic%2Bnovel%2Blogo.jpg" width="153" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">From Laddsville Entertainment, the first volume of Prime Cuts is available in both digital and print formats at&nbsp;</span><a href="http://indyplanet.com/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">indyplanet.com</a><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">. For more information, please contact Christian Pimsner at&nbsp;</span><span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"><a href="mailto:laddsville@gmail.com">laddsville@gmail.com</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">&nbsp;or visit their website at&nbsp;</span><a href="http://primecutsnovel.com/" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">PrimeCutsNovel.com</a><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;">Superheroes are fine and dandy with strengths and powers all they’re own. However, on occasion that superhero comes equipped with nothing more than scissors and his name is Todd. Loosely based on the Sweeny Todd tale, Prime Cuts is far from your standard graphic novel. Written by John Franklin (Isaac in Children of the Corn) and Tim Sulka and illustrated by Rob Gutman, their take on the barber legend is twisted and enticing at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcmyTR55ry4/VjDAEXL_hmI/AAAAAAAAD_E/WutwahwyZFI/s1600/Prime%2BCuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FcmyTR55ry4/VjDAEXL_hmI/AAAAAAAAD_E/WutwahwyZFI/s320/Prime%2BCuts.jpg" width="256" /></a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;">Having been locked up for quite some time and all the while contemplating revenge on the man that destroyed his family, the day has come for him to be set free from cosmetology prison. But, the world is different now, with Mad Cow disease having distressed the meat industry causing extreme shortages and a pecking order that rules a society rampant with sex, drugs and violence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;">In this first issue, both Todd and the vulgar, often grotesque and completely seedy world he must now embrace are introduced and he quickly finds himself fending off less than savory predatory characters. But, motivation is strong and there is a determination to succeed.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;">Odd and different with compelling color artwork leading the reader through twisted and shocking scenes, Prime Cuts stands above many other graphic novels on the market today. Fair warning, the journey is a demented and dark one that will find readers applauding and cheering for success…just not very quick.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif;">Absorbing and captivating, audiences are virtually assured at looking twice at their barber/hairstylist before fully deciding whether to let both them and their sharp instruments near because&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Vidal Sassoon was never like this.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ovQYtJIqo/VjDDWUYUQOI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/7xYOvOWh5dY/s1600/3.5%2BCreepy%2BPeeking%2BClowns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u7ovQYtJIqo/VjDDWUYUQOI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/7xYOvOWh5dY/s1600/3.5%2BCreepy%2BPeeking%2BClowns.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AJ4tzKcOoI/VjDHqC_GCLI/AAAAAAAAEAE/PsGOnH_RgJo/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9AJ4tzKcOoI/VjDHqC_GCLI/AAAAAAAAEAE/PsGOnH_RgJo/s200/027.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Wee Willie Wicked's Joke of the Week</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know how to make a dead baby float?</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two scoops of ice cream and two scoops of dead baby</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUji17guUiE/VjDCeSDZTXI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/iljigE13Pgw/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUji17guUiE/VjDCeSDZTXI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/iljigE13Pgw/s200/014.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For hungry ones...</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nM60JR7h5Q/VjDEbYikklI/AAAAAAAAD_k/AC6-fUNQKiY/s1600/Human%2BChoice%2BCuts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--nM60JR7h5Q/VjDEbYikklI/AAAAAAAAD_k/AC6-fUNQKiY/s320/Human%2BChoice%2BCuts.jpg" width="243" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_bOluRNKbE/VjDGKp3W08I/AAAAAAAAD_4/77L797_rgvc/s1600/Boo%2BBash%2BInvite.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="119" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_bOluRNKbE/VjDGKp3W08I/AAAAAAAAD_4/77L797_rgvc/s200/Boo%2BBash%2BInvite.png" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wee Willie Wicked's Annual Boo Bash invitations have been sent and Saturday night is the night. Should make for some great pictures on the next blog. Happy Halloween ghouls and Stay Scared...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas and Willie</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-49740705770515736982015-10-20T12:58:00.001-04:002015-10-20T13:06:44.631-04:00Clowns, Jack-O-Lanterns and Cousin It Oh My!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BwjpJUJsB4/ViZxl2ZAMgI/AAAAAAAAD-o/GXbh9yvqGeM/s1600/witches%2Bflying.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="135" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BwjpJUJsB4/ViZxl2ZAMgI/AAAAAAAAD-o/GXbh9yvqGeM/s200/witches%2Bflying.gif" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The witches will be flying soon!</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Most, at least those not living under a pumpkin or buried in a grave, are familiar with the standard Halloween film fare featuring Michael Myers and that creepy white William Shatner mask. Let’s be blunt. Halloween wouldn’t be Halloween without a reminiscent screening. But, the film is only good for 91 minutes, which leaves plenty of time to explore other holiday terrors. These might include <i>Night of the Living Dead</i>, <i>Sleepy Hollow</i>, <i>The Exorcist</i>, <i>Psycho</i>, <i>The Evil Dead, House of a Thousand Corpses</i> and many, many more. Too scary you say? Well the, how about <i>Hocus Pocus</i>, <i>Monster House</i>, <i>The Addams Family</i>, <i>The Nightmare Before Christmas</i> and the timeless <i>It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown</i>. Point being, either list is virtually endless with plenty to go around. The choice is yours. However, here at Staying Scared, while we can appreciate all films enveloping fear, even the less fearful ones, we prefer to lean tighter against the chilled tombstone and embrace the more cutting edge. Thus, this time Staying Scared is taking a look at a few lesser known Halloween based anthologies.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5EitxKUBQ/ViZhQcBMJqI/AAAAAAAAD8k/t2MyNHc3uCQ/s1600/Trick%2Br%2BTreat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Fn5EitxKUBQ/ViZhQcBMJqI/AAAAAAAAD8k/t2MyNHc3uCQ/s200/Trick%2Br%2BTreat.jpg" width="131" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trick 'r Treat (2007)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In this 2007 film, Sam, short for Samhain (the old name for Halloween), is introduced early on as the central character and eventually plays a role. Wearing orange pajamas and a burlap sack hood with black button eyes, this child-like character appears more like a scarecrow than anything. But, don’t let that fool you, for he is truly a wicked one, entrusted to enforce the universal Halloween rules of…</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(1) Always hand out candy to trick or treaters</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(2) Be sure to wear a costume</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(3) Never ever, under any circumstances, let the Jack-O-Lantern’s candle go out before midnight</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/vMoiNyyXSwU" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the rules in place, he overlooks the evening events and lingers over four tales, <i>The Principle</i>, <i>The School Bus Massacre Revisited</i>, <i>Surprise Party</i> and <i>Meet Sam</i>, each of which have a specific tie to one single horrific event.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Full of murder and mayhem, the film, while not overly terrifying, is entertaining enough and does offer a Creepshow-like comic strip conclusion that is both satisfying and sweet. Loaded with typical Halloween clichés, Trick ‘r Treat is a film worthy of the holiday and if tightly watched, might even teach some of the lesser known Halloween lore.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All Hallows Eve (2013) and All Hallows Eve 2 (2015) also feature short Halloween rooted tales that surround a central plot based on an old vhs tape. In both cases, it is the babysitter who plays the vital role. Unlike some predecessors, the films are arguably more frightening and most certainly more grisly. Let’s take a glance at each.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUZNUwtXPOM/ViZkgjwehcI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/nrLbjwHWsK0/s1600/ahe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xUZNUwtXPOM/ViZkgjwehcI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/nrLbjwHWsK0/s200/ahe.jpg" width="140" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All Hallows Eve (2013)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In <i>All Hallows Eve</i>, the tape is found scattered among the trick or treat take and the tales feature a murderous goon of a clown who is both creepy and demented. Here you will find witches, the devil, an alien and the standard driving alone on a desolated highway.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/jsMPc4C5rYQ" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While the acting is far from best, there is atmosphere, a complimentary soundtrack and gore. Underrated is one word that immediately comes to mind, especially when considering effects, creativeness and direction. Yes, the film may be low budget, but it does have value and should be appreciated for what it is…a fun creepfest. Strangely freaky and possibly nightmare inducing, watch <i>All Hallows Eve</i> for the clown alone…he will get to you.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSPqi5JmZ5s/ViZlCDyqIbI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/Jo2kHsaOgV0/s1600/All%2BHallows%2BEve%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oSPqi5JmZ5s/ViZlCDyqIbI/AAAAAAAAD9Y/Jo2kHsaOgV0/s200/All%2BHallows%2BEve%2B2.jpg" width="135" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All Hallows Eve 2 (2015)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All Hallows Eve 2</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> finds the vhs tape placed outside on the porch by a Jack-O-Lantern mask wearing freak who, straight out of a Michael Myers page, can inject fear simply with standing idly by looking back. Part 2 is more refined, quick and to the point, not allowing the viewer the time to get bored and don’t be surprise if you get sucked in on pace alone. Those familiar with part one can’t deny that the film making team has learned and from set design to tale quality to FX to acting, this franchise is growing and someday could have the potential to become a Halloween staple.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/_WdAVB5bLfo" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s1600/HRheadstone.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="18" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s200/HRheadstone.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While were on the subject, let me ask you…you’re a babysitter on Halloween night and find an old vhs tape either on the porch or in a kid’s trick or treat bag. Would you watch it? Mwhahahahahaha</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s1600/HRheadstone.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="18" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s200/HRheadstone.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5MXZ55D1v4/ViZmJs_l0NI/AAAAAAAAD9k/eWl9AX4VxSE/s1600/Tales%2Bof%2BHalloween.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c5MXZ55D1v4/ViZmJs_l0NI/AAAAAAAAD9k/eWl9AX4VxSE/s200/Tales%2Bof%2BHalloween.jpg" width="135" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tales of Halloween (2015)</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Being a fan of short horror, Staying Scared could easily appreciate the efforts in the ten films, but that doesn’t mean they were all liked. Some were good, some were bad and some were simply mediocre. Led by the radio station narration voice of Adrienne Barbeau, the long opening credits featuring pure clichés in pop-up book type format was too long for our taste. We would have rather saw each tale introduced separately. However, that said, it doesn’t mean <i>Tales of Halloween</i> is a complete waste either. On the contrary, the rapid yarns take off quick and an odd fascination or compulsion clutched, forcing a continuous viewing from the opening <i>Sweet Tooth</i> to the closing <i>Bad Seed</i>. And, it was enjoyable. Some of these tales are quite warped and offer twisted endings. We especially enjoyed <i>Ding Dong</i>, a modern day Hansel and Gretel piece and couldn’t help but laugh as two neighbors fought to the bitter end over decor in <i>This Means War</i>. <i>Trick</i> would give slasher Jason a run for his money and <i>The Ransom of Rusty Rex</i> harbored one of those twists while featuring John Landis. While there were a couple we could have did without, having the <i>Night of the Living Dead</i> and <i>Carnival of Souls</i>playing in the background of various scenes made up for the slight downfall. No, this wasn’t Michael Myers, but it was a macabre Halloween night and we were entertained, which was exactly what was sought. So, for those with similar mindset, ignore the less than stellar reviews and give this one a peek. You might be surprised.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/C2tA1e8UAZ4" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s200/HRheadstone.gif" /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Suspension of disbelief is a requirement for all horror film viewers and is best served with a hearty appetite of open-mindedness. With the above mentioned films, the concept remains the same and don’t go into each film with high expectations. After all, we’re not talking massive budget Spielberg here. Take them with a grain of salt, or in this case, a drop of blood, and accept them for what they are, good, campy and creepy fun. Some are forgettable and some are not and that’s something for you to decide.</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fNRb8uJSZSQ/UO2yURIxoKI/AAAAAAAAB9A/21l-bxEzplI/s200/HRheadstone.gif" /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfzAWVDzP6Y/ViZnZnY_oEI/AAAAAAAAD9s/kZY75Nmy7SE/s1600/It%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RfzAWVDzP6Y/ViZnZnY_oEI/AAAAAAAAD9s/kZY75Nmy7SE/s200/It%2B2.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cousin It (yours truly) was in the house for Daytona's Biketoberfest 2015</td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgR696P9tyo/ViZnfV64z9I/AAAAAAAAD90/hA0Z6QMz-W4/s1600/It%2B3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tgR696P9tyo/ViZnfV64z9I/AAAAAAAAD90/hA0Z6QMz-W4/s200/It%2B3.jpg" width="112" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blended in quite nicely I might add</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTVD98LmK7c/ViZnlZAkNXI/AAAAAAAAD98/wdotShYrCds/s1600/It%2B1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gTVD98LmK7c/ViZnlZAkNXI/AAAAAAAAD98/wdotShYrCds/s200/It%2B1.jpg" width="112" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rockin with the band Hairball</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="7" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fc5N5GrNWh0/T1zmwz08IHI/AAAAAAAAC7o/uwn4fY2EfJk/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so, the zombies are in the house, the toe tags are ready, the blood is dripping quietly, witches are flying &amp; the Jack O Lanterns are ready...</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV1KKv62rk8/ViZwPWloymI/AAAAAAAAD-g/r5gP_-QTGFs/s1600/jack%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="132" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YV1KKv62rk8/ViZwPWloymI/AAAAAAAAD-g/r5gP_-QTGFs/s200/jack%2B2.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy Halloween everyone!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-55435910892878082492015-10-14T11:36:00.000-04:002015-10-14T11:36:45.271-04:00Another rejection for the pile...but its okay because Slashed Wrists Studio is finally live...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDJmK2b149Y/Vh35-Br6WxI/AAAAAAAAD7w/tiUJLrnAzXI/s1600/take%2Bthat%2Byou%2Bbig%2Bbully.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YDJmK2b149Y/Vh35-Br6WxI/AAAAAAAAD7w/tiUJLrnAzXI/s1600/take%2Bthat%2Byou%2Bbig%2Bbully.gif" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the rear of Writer's Digest Magazine is a monthly series called <i>Reject a Hit</i>&nbsp;which offers the opportunity to play the publisher part and write a rejection letter to the author of a well known, usually popular novel.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One day an idea struck which, at least to me, seemed good enough to pursue even if it was more of a novelty concept. Surrounding my favorite Stephen King novel, <i>The Long Walk,</i>&nbsp;I wrote the piece and submitted. As usual, it took a few months to hear back, which was a rejection. Now I could easily submit the piece elsewhere, and maybe it would be picked up, but being an indigenous type piece limits submission areas and thus, I decided to share with you instead and posted below.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For you King fans, I'm sure you'll see what I meant by <i>novelty</i>. See how many titles you can find.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlBf9kUzftE/UO20hjTeLqI/AAAAAAAAB9o/dJpc1bSqys4/s1600/HHRrip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="18" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlBf9kUzftE/UO20hjTeLqI/AAAAAAAAB9o/dJpc1bSqys4/s200/HHRrip.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>October 13, 1978</i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Mr. King,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>While you may fancy yourself a horror writer, The Long Walk is anything but, and like some running man named Garraty, found myself encouraging frequent death simply to surpass every participant and end my character study misery. Had this been before 11/22/63 and the shining of science fiction, maybe, but believe me, this tale is no storm of the century.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Originally intending to ring your cell to convey first hand, both desperation and Dr. Sleep were more needful things and after tossing the last page on my nightstand alongside what is known as the dark tower of books, the dreamcatcher dangling above my bed swayed, quashing such notions and denying insomnia. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>No joyland here Mr. King and under the dome of publishing, coincidentally feeling more like walking the green mile, must make the stand to implore using the pages simply as firestarter. For in the eyes of the dragon neither a Carrie nor a Christine or even a kid from Colorado will delve very far into this bag of bones.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Ascertaining your dark half, clearly the dead zone does not befit and so, please leave horror aspirations lingering somewhere between Duma Key and Salem’s Lot. Be original; concentrate more on playing finders keepers. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Granted, call it a revival if you will, but if hard set on horror, know the cycle of the werewolf grows yet thinner. At least wait until four passed midnight when clutching the talisman, otherwise maybe explore operating a pet cemetery instead. Somewhere the tommyknockers can exchange little Cujo or Lisey’s story.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Basically, Stephen if I may, everything’s eventual and this will not plant a Mr. Mercedes in your driveway. Next time try quaint romance...say a girl who loves Tom Gordon.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Sincerely,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Delores Claiborne<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>Editor<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i>From a Buick 8 Publishing &nbsp; </i>&nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlBf9kUzftE/UO20hjTeLqI/AAAAAAAAB9o/dJpc1bSqys4/s1600/HHRrip.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="18" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IlBf9kUzftE/UO20hjTeLqI/AAAAAAAAB9o/dJpc1bSqys4/s200/HHRrip.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nonetheless, rejected...again, the story of a writer's life.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">However, this won't get me down since&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm quite aware that </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">writing is 99% rejection anyway. And, having been both published and rejected before, I suspect this vicious circle will remain a constant throughout this writing quest.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But...you know what they call a writer that never gives up?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Published...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0GG75FPIxE/T1anX8AH7QI/AAAAAAAAC30/WyImiCQVYgA/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0GG75FPIxE/T1anX8AH7QI/AAAAAAAAC30/WyImiCQVYgA/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My job typically sees me meeting all kinds of folks and some of those people are more interesting than others in both good and bad ways. One day a couple of years ago I happened on a guy named Joops Fragale, who was an independent filmmaker in the final phases of editing his short film entitled <i>The Guy Knows Everything</i>.&nbsp;</span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vo4LZqzDNMA" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">Click here</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;to watch it.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Regardless, after some discussion in which I mentioned writing horror and my Staying Scared website, he offered me a screener to review, which I gladly did and posted at Horror News Net under my pseudonym Wee Willie Wicked. Read it </span><a href="http://horrornews.net/66120/film-review-the-guy-knows-everything-short-film-2013/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">here</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. While the overall situation, in itself, was invigorating enough, it also planted a seed, making me think I too could created mini horror films, and so began my pursuit.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, to make a long story short,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">after chopping, slicing and digging for what seems like an eon,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this chase came to fruition, the graves are dug and </span><a href="http://www.slashedwristsstudio.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">Slashed Wrists Studio</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;has become a reality. Although the films have yet to be created, rest assured, I have already pondered and have three ditties in the development stage. These short horror films will be shot using a Canon XL2 </span>DVC<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;and edited with Sony Vegas Studio. Of course, I'm no Spielberg, but I'm quite confident I'll be able to invade more than a few dreams. </span>Mwhahahahahah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With the <a href="http://www.slashedwristsstudio.com/" target="_blank">Slashed Wrists Studio</a> website designed and live, my time frame opens and I will be shooting very soon. Maybe give the site a visit and let me know what you think. Send me an email&nbsp;<a href="mailto:contact@slashedwristsstudio.com" target="_blank">here</a>. By the way, much like accepting a publisher's rejection letter, I can also stomach criticism too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.slashedwristsstudio.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mmMNS9nq0ws/Vh4JLqdmocI/AAAAAAAAD78/mGBMkHib5-c/s1600/slashed%2Bwrists%2Bstudio%2Bsmall%2Bgraphic.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0GG75FPIxE/T1anX8AH7QI/AAAAAAAAC30/WyImiCQVYgA/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q0GG75FPIxE/T1anX8AH7QI/AAAAAAAAC30/WyImiCQVYgA/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Halloween, the most wonderful time of the year, is fast approaching and believe me, I'll be back to chat some more before it arrives. In the meantime, below is a completed idea I had lingering since I put that fearful costume on and maybe it will tide you over.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ever wonder how the Jack O Lantern tradition began? Let Jack himself tell you his sordid tale...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kz9iqbgcXRw" width="260"></iframe> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Oh yeah, working on a couple of other things too. Staying Scared Storytime&nbsp;finds Lorelei Alecto (Staying Scared's very own witch) reading short horror tales and posting in audio format.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's the trailer...</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/8ZdqfolYpds" width="260"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And Staying Scared's Creep Theatre will see all the Staying Scared characters (the clown, jester, witch, scarecrow, ghoul, skeleton, Jack O Lantern &amp; more) playing horror movie host with public domain films. The first prototype was for <i>Burn Witch Burn</i>, which was more than fitting for Lorelei to feature and it's actually a rather eerie flick.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/X8cJraVeTbo" width="260"></iframe></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did I mention that I just went over 1000 Twitter followers? Milestones are a good thing...heh heh</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">...and so ghouls, I'll be creeping back and lurking around real soon...</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-80036172726157944452015-10-04T18:27:00.001-04:002015-10-04T18:27:24.734-04:00The tale of Jack the Jack O Lantern<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/kz9iqbgcXRw" width="480"></iframe>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-81909873706060520342015-09-27T19:00:00.001-04:002015-09-27T19:01:11.071-04:00Tis the creepy season...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf9lHjXUMKQ/VgheFl-bh3I/AAAAAAAADyU/9pjONw7FjEo/s1600/Witch%2BCauldron.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="57" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf9lHjXUMKQ/VgheFl-bh3I/AAAAAAAADyU/9pjONw7FjEo/s200/Witch%2BCauldron.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes Creeps, it's that time of the year when goblins howl, witches cackle and horrific things go bump in the night. It's a time when hiding under the covers is only a safe haven facade, for if the monsters want you...they will slink under. We here at Staying Scared relish the fear and welcome it with open bloody arms. Here is some of the decor in the front of the Staying Scared house...and yes...it's haunted (at least this time of year).</span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmdUnDOHehA/Vghkh0n8U5I/AAAAAAAADzg/2X19dZ3ZSHE/s1600/IMG_9813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmdUnDOHehA/Vghkh0n8U5I/AAAAAAAADzg/2X19dZ3ZSHE/s200/IMG_9813.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whether day or night...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ifhMVaix74/Vghfz5L-k4I/AAAAAAAADyg/27nby-bi1b0/s1600/IMG_1847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ifhMVaix74/Vghfz5L-k4I/AAAAAAAADyg/27nby-bi1b0/s200/IMG_1847.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harvester welcomes and protects all lost Jack-O-Lanterns</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esKIXgogDfg/VghmAk6wuQI/AAAAAAAADz4/8It3EOL-340/s1600/Zombie%2BJump.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="142" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-esKIXgogDfg/VghmAk6wuQI/AAAAAAAADz4/8It3EOL-340/s200/Zombie%2BJump.gif" width="200" /></a></div></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KxMBE7lgNw/VghgLaOGRDI/AAAAAAAADyo/sArlfNu8M64/s1600/IMG_1848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9KxMBE7lgNw/VghgLaOGRDI/AAAAAAAADyo/sArlfNu8M64/s200/IMG_1848.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tread lightly, for they just might clutch...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGDxq97TnbU/VghmjdhzvII/AAAAAAAAD0A/fGUQGUu-R9k/s1600/IMG_9761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BGDxq97TnbU/VghmjdhzvII/AAAAAAAAD0A/fGUQGUu-R9k/s200/IMG_9761.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">...especially at night...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEovnRafQcw/VghnH1YZv9I/AAAAAAAAD0I/obn9MXOdiqE/s1600/Spider.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="119" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BEovnRafQcw/VghnH1YZv9I/AAAAAAAAD0I/obn9MXOdiqE/s200/Spider.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBF1SFoFTfM/VghgftwHqTI/AAAAAAAADyw/rUvSU3uj9BM/s1600/IMG_1850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CBF1SFoFTfM/VghgftwHqTI/AAAAAAAADyw/rUvSU3uj9BM/s200/IMG_1850.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So much for the itsy, bitsy spider...</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8ulCn7v11M/VghgzIyMvJI/AAAAAAAADy4/SLPJPaf5rCg/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c8ulCn7v11M/VghgzIyMvJI/AAAAAAAADy4/SLPJPaf5rCg/s200/IMG_1855.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The zombie pit still has some room...we'll catch a few more before it's all over and done with...</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T6SQ2xMtbc/VghoKFoAwzI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rdoc8ilfNT0/s1600/Witches.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T6SQ2xMtbc/VghoKFoAwzI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/rdoc8ilfNT0/s200/Witches.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMtiho402DA/VghhNu5hNzI/AAAAAAAADzA/vMA17oMD1nQ/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oMtiho402DA/VghhNu5hNzI/AAAAAAAADzA/vMA17oMD1nQ/s200/IMG_1853.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Witches conjure and fly freely around here...they're just a little noisy...</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJMo-lbpaPk/Vghw35ob0LI/AAAAAAAAD1M/sLx6zlV7hZs/s1600/IMG_9843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJMo-lbpaPk/Vghw35ob0LI/AAAAAAAAD1M/sLx6zlV7hZs/s200/IMG_9843.JPG" width="133" /></a></div><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXQipbsz1RA/VghxMhGwryI/AAAAAAAAD1U/1NUSIQH7DiY/s1600/sneaking%2Bskeleton.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXQipbsz1RA/VghxMhGwryI/AAAAAAAAD1U/1NUSIQH7DiY/s1600/sneaking%2Bskeleton.gif" /></a></div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LC5TxkhuhY/VghqjrCMCNI/AAAAAAAAD0o/G4f5pbCjFP4/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LC5TxkhuhY/VghqjrCMCNI/AAAAAAAAD0o/G4f5pbCjFP4/s200/IMG_1851.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">By day these guys play for hands but always seem to end up with dead man's hands...</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8I4YVM8pp9A/VghrB44GzMI/AAAAAAAAD0w/XWzPnj8etzc/s1600/IMG_9770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8I4YVM8pp9A/VghrB44GzMI/AAAAAAAAD0w/XWzPnj8etzc/s200/IMG_9770.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At night they tend to argue...</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y0fqarl0os/VghrfneRunI/AAAAAAAAD08/B4Fey6DRevc/s1600/grimreaper.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1y0fqarl0os/VghrfneRunI/AAAAAAAAD08/B4Fey6DRevc/s200/grimreaper.gif" width="149" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUOaMcxZo3Y/Vghhl187mOI/AAAAAAAADzI/JpAT_g-Zd_A/s1600/IMG_1856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="148" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUOaMcxZo3Y/Vghhl187mOI/AAAAAAAADzI/JpAT_g-Zd_A/s200/IMG_1856.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grim enjoys throwing the switch...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQDgVW38krQ/VghqK0QmWQI/AAAAAAAAD0g/ReiQ__jKYz0/s1600/IMG_9759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WQDgVW38krQ/VghqK0QmWQI/AAAAAAAAD0g/ReiQ__jKYz0/s200/IMG_9759.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2ydP4Tb79U/VghzetreHiI/AAAAAAAAD1o/ZXlmm4yHgoA/s1600/IMG_1770%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="190" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w2ydP4Tb79U/VghzetreHiI/AAAAAAAAD1o/ZXlmm4yHgoA/s200/IMG_1770%255B1%255D.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And you might be wondering what this horror writer has been doing for the past few months...well, besides entertaining visitors (mostly family), I have written and submitted a few pieces (I'll let ya know) and I've also concentrated hard on two novels I'm simultaneously writing. A Lawnly Existence is in chapter 23 and Future Past is in chapter 2 (but its outlined). Trying to find the time to do another episode of Staying Scared too.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Sf3HN8wJPR0" width="260"></iframe> <br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so fellow fiends, the time is nearly upon for all monsters to aid in Staying Scared and Wee Willie Wicked will certainly contribute...Meanwhile, maybe lurk by <a href="http://www.stayingscared.com/" target="_blank">Staying Scared</a>, read some tales or articles, or check out the movie boo boos page (hosted by my better half Ms. Ghastly), watch some frightening commercials, view decor, or...Mwahahahahahahahahaha!</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwOJxgY8DFg/Uz2-bmQD81I/AAAAAAAADJE/9Z-7UWFi6uU/s1600/WeeWillieWickedad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MwOJxgY8DFg/Uz2-bmQD81I/AAAAAAAADJE/9Z-7UWFi6uU/s200/WeeWillieWickedad.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF1Kxo7k4sE/Vghydq7ZWvI/AAAAAAAAD1k/y-8d1ztSMSM/s1600/IMG_1756%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rF1Kxo7k4sE/Vghydq7ZWvI/AAAAAAAAD1k/y-8d1ztSMSM/s200/IMG_1756%255B1%255D.JPG" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile, Jekyll made a friend...</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QM_iARXm5P0/VghzpPdhTaI/AAAAAAAAD1w/uGv7Wy8J-PE/s1600/IMG_1771%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QM_iARXm5P0/VghzpPdhTaI/AAAAAAAAD1w/uGv7Wy8J-PE/s200/IMG_1771%255B1%255D.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-81227729015911041062015-06-14T20:52:00.000-04:002015-06-18T06:00:27.367-04:00Choosing but one collectible was far too tough...and thought provoking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMj9waaUeAM/VX4QGl2ytiI/AAAAAAAADwk/huMr_ed0rto/s1600/Dark%2BHallway.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="113" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GMj9waaUeAM/VX4QGl2ytiI/AAAAAAAADwk/huMr_ed0rto/s200/Dark%2BHallway.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Recently,&nbsp;<a href="http://invaluable.com/">Invaluable.com</a> contacted Staying Scared and posed an interesting question…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>What movie prop would I like to find on an auction block?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Although the question was in general and not genre specific, this horror writing clown is going to peer from the shadows to answer it.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Many horror fans might choose Michael’s mask or Jason’s axe or Freddy’s hand and that’s all well and good. Hell! I would love to possess one of these prized pieces myself and what horror fan wouldn’t? However, would it be something I would specifically like to find on an auction block? Maybe, but let’s delve deeper shall we?<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now, before we begin this fantasy, let’s cover some ground rules and eliminate any and all monetary aspects. Let’s simply allow the dream to flow, pretend that we managed to have the opportunity to grasp that one single piece that made our hearts flutter or bleed, your choice.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Like nearly every fan, regardless of genre, there will always be that one item on their list. I am no different and coming up with a single item was easy enough. However, the thought was so titillating that it forced a pondering of what my numbers 2 thru 5 items would be, and that’s where the contemplation grew a little tougher. After careful consideration, listed below are five movie props I would like to see and/or own.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fzny3Jwx9c/VX4Qaz0GmeI/AAAAAAAADws/5bSpZwf-su8/s1600/christopher%2Blee%2Bstake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="111" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2fzny3Jwx9c/VX4Qaz0GmeI/AAAAAAAADws/5bSpZwf-su8/s200/christopher%2Blee%2Bstake.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>#1</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; An authenticated wooden stake from any Christopher Lee Hammer horror film. These include Dracula Has Risen From the Grave, Dracula, Prince of Darkness, Scars of Dracula and Taste the Blood of Dracula. With my younger years filled with watching Chilly Billy on Pittsburgh’s channel 11 Chiller Theatre, many frights and fears were experienced and these films cemented my perception of Dracula. This is no critique or smear of Bela Lugosi’s version. It was simply my era and thus would make this top 5 list.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHg5C8lu1pk/VX4RONR6ELI/AAAAAAAADw4/FDB-ePPtbmw/s1600/the%2Bhouse%2Bthat%2Bdripped%2Bblood.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHg5C8lu1pk/VX4RONR6ELI/AAAAAAAADw4/FDB-ePPtbmw/s200/the%2Bhouse%2Bthat%2Bdripped%2Bblood.jpg" width="133" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>#2</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;">Peter Cushing is my all-time favorite horror movie actor. For those unaware, he was the guy usually playing Dr. Van Helsing in those Christopher Lee vampire flicks. But, that was not the only roles he portrayed. In The House that Dripped Blood, an anthological film featuring five tales surrounding an old and eerie house, his head ends up on a silver platter much like in Creepshow’s Father’s Day. Odd to want a silver platter? Maybe…probably…yep, but hey, every single film prop has a home somewhere, where it will be viewed with reverence, typically taken from fond memory. Speaking of Peter Cushing, in Dr. Terror’s House of Horrors, another anthological film from Amicus, he portrayed a rather mysterious rail traveler who used tarot cards to reveal destinies of five fellow travelers. Just a single one of these tarot cards would be prized also.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="text-align: center; text-indent: -0.25in;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-indent: 0px;"><br /><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zo88Efqol38/VX4StKd-_qI/AAAAAAAADxA/GKGKiY2Ca8M/s1600/Father%2BMerrin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zo88Efqol38/VX4StKd-_qI/AAAAAAAADxA/GKGKiY2Ca8M/s200/Father%2BMerrin.jpg" width="199" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>#3</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;">The Exorcist, a demonic film that terrified audiences near and far will always rate high for this dark heart and as a matter of fact, there is one thing from the film I wouldn’t mind seeing…Father Merrin’s purple Surplice…and I wouldn’t even mind if there were a split pea soup stain on it. While not what you would call religious, I do believe, but there is something about that upside down wooden cross too.</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-Pc8rra0mU/VX4TVEZ53BI/AAAAAAAADxI/ow5u9fxKI8E/s1600/jaws%2B2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-Pc8rra0mU/VX4TVEZ53BI/AAAAAAAADxI/ow5u9fxKI8E/s200/jaws%2B2.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>#4</b></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;">Branching away from mainstream horror for a moment, a tooth from the massive mechanical star in Jaws would be interesting enough. However, I highly doubt Universal would appreciate a corrupted clown scuba diving in one of their theme parks. Besides, the red nose would probably get in the way.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br /></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-add-space: auto;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Number five is too tough to call and so I’ll list a few items which equally rank.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nb0NdQ7Njk0/VX4Ukjy22zI/AAAAAAAADxU/W0uFItEM7_U/s1600/the%2Bwalking%2Bdead%2Bcollege.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="136" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nb0NdQ7Njk0/VX4Ukjy22zI/AAAAAAAADxU/W0uFItEM7_U/s200/the%2Bwalking%2Bdead%2Bcollege.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraph"><b>5a</b></div><div class="MsoListParagraph">A Walking Dead prop, say a screwdriver that had been driven into an undead head. Actually, anything from The Walking Dead would be choice.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2hbgkR57k/VX4VAawTfHI/AAAAAAAADxc/BKBwN5GegMU/s1600/the%2Bevil%2Bdead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dz2hbgkR57k/VX4VAawTfHI/AAAAAAAADxc/BKBwN5GegMU/s200/the%2Bevil%2Bdead.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraph"><b>5b</b></div><div class="MsoListParagraph">Chainsaws are fine and these machines have chewed flesh in a number of movies. While not his preferred choice, Jason used one, and Leatherface always did, even perfected the use, but if I were to choose a featured chainsaw, it would be the one that The Evil Dead’s Ash used in place of his haunted hand.<o:p></o:p></div></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be72oUh3RMg/VX4WVPYqqtI/AAAAAAAADxo/Tljl5wW4LrY/s1600/rock%2Bmen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="112" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Be72oUh3RMg/VX4WVPYqqtI/AAAAAAAADxo/Tljl5wW4LrY/s200/rock%2Bmen.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div class="MsoListParagraph"><b>5c</b></div><div class="MsoListParagraph">In Missile to the Moon, a most cheesy science fiction film of the 1950’s featuring Rock Men and of all things, a giant spider, there was a great emphasis on avoiding direct sunlight. It wasn’t until the end of the film that we knew exactly why. When the astronauts were attempting to get back to their spaceship, they took great care in remaining in the shadows of a sheer rock wall. However, large rock men took note and gave chase forcing one of the astronauts out into the sunlight where he proceeded to sizzle inside his spacesuit and became nothing more than charcoal. I wouldn’t mind having the helmet and the suit.&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Note:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Now you might be wondering why this horror writer’s all-time favorite fright flick, The Night of the Living Dead, isn’t included on this list. Well…had I not personally visited the Evans City Cemetery and snapped off a small piece of bark from the tree that Barbara crashed her brother’s car into during the film’s opening sequence…it probably would have been.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">But wait! There’s more!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;,serif; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdi9MqV1Ik/VX4XzrqQwQI/AAAAAAAADx0/Grwc9rr4944/s1600/han%2Bsolo%2Bgun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cmdi9MqV1Ik/VX4XzrqQwQI/AAAAAAAADx0/Grwc9rr4944/s200/han%2Bsolo%2Bgun.jpg" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Not only did this most intriguing question push thought boundaries, it also coerced and compelled a website visit and I learned that <a href="http://invaluable.com/">Invaluable.com</a>had previously offered the Han Solo’s DL-44 Blaster (<a href="http://www.invaluable.com/auction-lot/harrison-ford-han-solo-dl-44-blaster-from-star-379-c-44e307f3bc" target="_blank">see it here</a>) and although impressive, more importantly I found the auction site to be refined and classy, where hundreds of specialty items are offered, primarily aimed at the most discriminating <a href="http://www.invaluable.com/collectibles/pc-BQWOG3FLWY/" target="_blank">collector</a>. Of course, being a horror fan I delved straight into the dark side, admired such things as lobby cards and signed posters and eventually found myself exploring a number of other items, including bottles of fine wine…you know…the ones you buy and never taste. Believe me, there is more than I could ever cover here.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And so, I’d like to thank&nbsp;<a href="http://invaluable.com/">Invaluable.com</a> for taking the time to propose such an interesting question. I could select even more and may in the near future. Nonetheless, this was so interesting that I’ll solicit it myself to other bloggers.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i>What movie prop would you like to find on an auction block?</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>Bloggers, if you answer this, be sure to send Staying Scared the link. <a href="mailto:contact@stayingscared.com" target="_blank">Contact</a></o:p><br /><o:p><a href="mailto:contact@stayingscared.com" target="_blank"><br /></a></o:p><o:p><a href="mailto:contact@stayingscared.com" target="_blank">Seeking collectibles? Look Here</a></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><br /></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And now back to chapter 22 of my novel <i>A Lawnly Existence</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">By the way, I also submitted a <i>Reject a Hit&nbsp;</i>&nbsp;to Writer's Digest, I'll keep ya tabbed.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fwclWHxUkZg/T06nyWHPuWI/AAAAAAAAC54/VWYuwjAo3pI/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Until next time Creeps, keep the grave mound moist and wormy.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Stay Scared!&nbsp;</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Thomas<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><br /><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><o:p></o:p></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-25953793501283594252015-05-19T10:22:00.001-04:002015-05-19T10:22:08.929-04:00A Tale of Two Horrors<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcAFPM31_os/VVtGElCemVI/AAAAAAAADv8/pykI0CT5P8k/s1600/Enter%2BAt%2BYour%2BOwn%2BRisk.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="125" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rcAFPM31_os/VVtGElCemVI/AAAAAAAADv8/pykI0CT5P8k/s200/Enter%2BAt%2BYour%2BOwn%2BRisk.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Being often asked whether there have been any movies that really scared yours truly, I thought I would commit to an official answer...and here it is.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Way back when, Chiller Theater made me a horror addict and since then the thrill of being frightened has chronically enveloped my life. Beginning with the classics (Frankenstein, Wolfman, Dracula, etc…), progressing to the more modern (Freddy, Jason, Leatherface, etc…) and incorporating everything in between since, I have always been open minded enough to harbor respect and appreciation for all horror in general. Not all were exceptional, but still commanded reverence and were given their due opportunity to impose fear.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Throughout all these subtle, slasher, ghastly and morbid flicks, to date there has only been two films (The Exorcist &amp; Night of the Living Dead) that were able to send cascading jolts of fear, probably due to my young age at the time of viewing. Since then, while those jolts were evasive, I must admit there have been many shrills (usually involving something jumping out that you knew was going to do so in the first place). However, with such a high tolerance, finding a film that offers fearful satisfaction has grown increasingly rare. Recently though, there are two that have immediately come to mind, not for fear per se, but for subject matter driven so deep into my psyche that lasting effects have lingered.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoMzydstgz4/VVs5ZCRKUjI/AAAAAAAADvY/vCbEnc5qe4I/s1600/A%2BSerbian%2BFilm%2Bcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HoMzydstgz4/VVs5ZCRKUjI/AAAAAAAADvY/vCbEnc5qe4I/s200/A%2BSerbian%2BFilm%2Bcover.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The first, <i>A Serbian Film</i>, was recommended, or should I say dis-recommended, by my brother and came with a stern warning that <i>this movie will scar you</i>. Of course, like a moth to a flame, temptation set in, seduced by the opportunity to be frightened again, and the film was sought out. Well, he wasn’t lying and it did scar. While the overall concept, acting, direction and filming are at or above par, implied to be filled with suspense by the likes of Alfred Hitchcock meshed with the gore of Brian De Palma, the innocent enough premise quickly changes into something far more sinister and unsettling and for the filmmakers to simply attempt at passing it off as an art film is a huge lying misnomer. Neither Alfred Hitchcock nor Brian De Palma would touch this with a ten foot pole.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Of all the films viewed over the years, this is the one that I can honestly say has truly traumatized to the point where I wish I had never seen it. Blemished is far too weak a word to describe this film’s effect and even being mentally mutilated doesn’t come all that close. Trust me, unless you are some fully numb, mentally unstable or just plan crazy person with perverted tendencies, the trauma will be that real.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Without going to go into specific details, let’s just say <i>A Serbian Film</i> begins right off the bat with a shocking mind invasion that is most assuredly felt and never loses grip. By the time the end rolls around, the viewer is certain to feel violated and maybe even embarrassed for watching something so taboo. As always, I must give credit where credit is due and this film has tremendous effect coming out every reel, but take heed horror fans for the impact is genuine and therefore, seriously contemplate whether or not to watch. Don’t be like yours truly and take any potential warning with a grain of salt. As mentioned earlier, to date this is one film I wish I had never seen. God forbid a part 2 is ever made, if so, I will avoid it like the plague. Don’t say I didn’t warn you! This film is graphic, demented, cruel and most of all…highly disturbing!<o:p></o:p><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Str96ZJ2-_s/VVs56FnsgCI/AAAAAAAADvg/6t8WWa3IHf8/s1600/the%2Bhuma%2Bcentipede%2Bcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Str96ZJ2-_s/VVs56FnsgCI/AAAAAAAADvg/6t8WWa3IHf8/s200/the%2Bhuma%2Bcentipede%2Bcover.jpg" width="135" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Unlike and not having anywhere near the effect of the film described above, the second film, <i>The Human Centipede</i>, makes the list out of pure disgust. Please allow me to elaborate.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Again, not the standard or typical horror movie per se, the film does have horror influence, surrounding a mad scientist experimenting on helpless victims. Thus said, it is a film that pushes to foul and vile extremes.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Some folks cringe at the sight of blood while others view spilling guts with a certain amount of nausea. Point being, everyone has that one single thing they find repulsive and, coincidentally, my personal opinion of Hell is an eternity that preys on this one abhorrent fear.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">With yours truly, it is excrement, specifically the eating of it, that is repelling. Pardon me, but anything that deals with ingesting something created by a body’s bile system is, right after the gag, one of those times where I draw the line.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">The film’s gore, being stitched from orifice to orifice, is unusual and different and not that all traumatic. After all, as previously mentioned, being fairly numb to these depictions has dulled senses. But with the idea of excrement having to flow from front, through a center all the way to the rear (excuse the pun), in essence the forcing of eating shit, it is more than a little tough to handle.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">There is a part 2 and just maybe I’ll partake since, from what I’ve heard and read, the film is considerably worse. Call me a glutton (another pun) for punishment, but if I do, I’ll be sure to do so with an empty stomach.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="8" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s200/bar.gif" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">And so Ghouls, there you have it, an insight on a couple of things that affect this horror guy / evil clown, Maybe next time I’ll tell you another.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal">Stay Scared…<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal">Thomas<o:p></o:p></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-84158557386998116872015-04-27T05:45:00.001-04:002015-04-27T20:28:17.065-04:00Bergholz - a creepy tale<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjGlS_hsTXU/VQf--EQYToI/AAAAAAAADt8/V2rEwZvrWmg/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bjGlS_hsTXU/VQf--EQYToI/AAAAAAAADt8/V2rEwZvrWmg/s1600/photo.JPG" height="320" width="237" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the water tower from my hometown and was the inspiration for this tale. Hope you enjoy it.</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIf7gutu6TQ/Ux4MpSERQGI/AAAAAAAADAY/u0nBgCOj74A/s1600/borde%2B4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LIf7gutu6TQ/Ux4MpSERQGI/AAAAAAAADAY/u0nBgCOj74A/s1600/borde%2B4.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>BERGHOLZ</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">by Thomas Scopel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Robert Barker tapped the period button on the keyboard a little harder than normal. The article, spanning a little over a month of research, was finally finished. He sat back, looked at the words on the screen and smiled. Although it was near Halloween, he was quite sure the Herald Star newspaper probably wouldn’t be interested in a piece surrounding devil worshiping, witchcraft and the occult, even if it was modern and more of a reference commentary. Originally hoping for an exposé, before starting the piece he wrote a snippet and took out an ad in various trade publications requesting authentic examples and experiences. Because he typically wrote for them, the newspaper complimented and supplemented with a small ad on both the classified and legal pages.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Over the first week, while concentrating on standard fare of local and human interest pieces and meeting deadlines he avoided the idea, took to waiting and watching for mail that he was sure would bring a bounty of material. Two weeks passed and other than a couple of nutcase and threatening religion fanatical replies, there was nothing substantial and he began losing hope, but held tact to intent. Through a month moratorium of obsession he studied a host of books from the library, jotted down notes, bookmarked every associated website and the exploration became a blur of odd symbol charts, pentagrams, spells resembling poems, familiar herbs, demon names and stories of the Salem witch trials. Prior to the piece, he hadn’t really given much thought to the subject and in all honesty couldn’t say he genuinely believed. After all, this piece was more for the sake of Halloween than anything.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Motivation turned into compulsion and as the unopened mail piled higher and higher at the corner of the kitchen bar, an impulse to do nothing more than the piece continued and after languishing through subjective book after book and pouring over website after website, he had more than enough material to take the informative route and chose to do so. From history to purpose to method to reason was detailed under headers, eventually edited down to a suitable Sunday feature size and he submitted. A week later he wasn’t all that surprised at the rejection slip and began submitting elsewhere. A few evenings later, having simultaneously submitted to a fourth publication, he decided to tackle the stack of neglected mail.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">After pouring a celebratory shot of bourbon, downing and refilling, he clutched the stack of envelopes, flyers and postcards and went to the living room easy chair. Lightning flashed as he took another nip and for a moment he listened to the distant rumble.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Sorting through the stack on his lap, on each leg he made a pile, one for bills and one for miscellaneous. There were a couple of envelopes stamped second notice in bold red lettering and he faintly recalled reading about a money spell before stacking them. He picked up the next envelope. Unlike the others, which were mostly number tens, this one was a smaller number six, a thick one at that, and he opened it. Unfolded, he flipped through the corners of the pages, counting thirteen, put them back together evenly and looked at the first page. Written with black ink in handwriting that was shaky like it had been composed by a person afflicted with arthritis or worse, it was otherwise legible and he began reading.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Dear Mr. Barker,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>When I first saw your ad it gave me a sense of hope and I started no less than four letters aimed at you which was crumpled up and tossed out of fear. Disclosure can be very terrifying and after an extensive contemplation of realizing that regardless of my actions, I am most assuredly doomed and therefore wrote this fifth letter as a last resort; a documentation of truth if you will, for I will probably not see tomorrow. And, to be rather frank, I have seen enough.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>My name is of no concern and telling you would be nothing more than wasted space. Oh, I could make mention but it won’t matter and I implore you to not investigate. While there are probably others like myself that struggle with this damning knowledge, to fathom questioning assures swift retribution and simply trust when I say that there are forces in this world constrained by a higher, or should I say lower, power. Believe me, some things are better left unseen. As is my case, I’ve seen and it is clear that my disappearance is probable. You see, distance doesn’t matter; one will never be far enough; they’re reach is far greater.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>For some time now I held tight this secret and for some time now reiteration of what would occur if I was to divulge was constantly reinforced through invasion of dreams and various other presages. Up until now, fear limited such a notion, but no longer able to face the nightmares, I will reveal, hoping that by doing so the burden will lift from my shoulders, even if death is the ultimate price.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;">***<o:p></o:p></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Robert flipped to the next sheet. It was blank. He checked the next few and they too were blank. Perplexed, he finished the shot and looked at the sheets again. Lightning flashed twice and the thunder was getting closer. Surely someone who started such an enticing and frightening letter would at least finish it he thought. Or maybe they wouldn’t, he reasoned, considering how panicky and unsettled the writer appeared to be.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Drawing the sheets closer he tightly inspected, recalling the messages he and his adolescent pals used to pass in school, using lemon juice for ink. To the naked eye they were invisible, but apply a heat source and the words magically appeared. He turned toward the lamp on the end stand beside the chair and slipped the blank sheet up under the lampshade nearly against the hot bulb. But no letters appeared. Viewing it as some maniacal joke, anger stewed and he tossed the sheet to the floor. On the verge of tossing the rest of the letter, his arm stopped midstream after recalling reading a spell that supposedly made words appear. He glanced across the room at the pile of library books scattered on the floor at the side of the desk, but had no inkling of where or which book he had read it in. Beforehand, skepticism was the norm and he certainly didn’t believe in witches or their hocus pocus, but after having read much on the subject matter, his views became swayed into unsure leaning. Spurned by wanting to know, he decided to inquire.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">It was after one in the morning and the storm had come and gone by the time he found what he had been seeking, on page 234 in a book called “The World of Wicca.” He had doubts to success, but rationed that if he was going to try, then he might as well do it right and cautiously read the pre and post paragraphs explaining the spell in detail. The spell called for a white candle and it took him a few minutes of hunting through a kitchen junk drawer to find a leftover pack of birthday candles and another few moments to pluck the last white one from the remaining colored ones.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">After aligning all the blank sheets evenly across the desk, he fetched the shot glass from the end stand and put the candle in it. It leaned against the side, but the wick was above the rim and he lit it, chuckling a bit while envisioning that he was a medieval sorcerer complete with star encrusted robe. Moving to the side, he looked down at the open book and read the words out loud.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Neptune kalata vosmoor<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Oulatec thyn shirata morn<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Vitoom vendum veedi<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Lytook nevy fiperaze<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Nothing occurred, which wasn’t a total disappointment and he chuckled again, mostly at his foolhardiness. Resolved in forgetting the letter completely he blew out the candle and turned to go back to the chair, intent on tackling the rest of the mail.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">There was a faint tap and then a tiny rattle on the wooden desk. He turned back to see his favorite ink pen shakily rise up, slide onto the first blank sheet and begin feverishly writing line after line. Ripples of fearful flutters trailed over and over down his spine as he watched the pen write page after page before flopping down as if nothing had occurred.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Astonished and fearful, he glanced back and forth from paper to pen. Both terrified and enthralled at the prospect of reading what had been written, for a moment the thought of burning the sheets flashed across his mind, but resolution took over firmly pushing the consideration away and he gathered them up.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Sitting in the chair, jitters remained and he contemplated obtaining another shot to fend them off but instead forced himself to look at the first page. The handwriting was exactly as the opening page had been, precarious and unstable. He pondered whether or not to reread the beginning, but was afraid the words would dissipate as quickly as they came and began on what had been the first blank sheet.<o:p></o:p></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">&nbsp;<i>Welcome back Robert and a sincere thank-you for calling upon me.</i> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Robert felt the jitters increase into hard quivers.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>I must reiterate and emphasize the importance of refraining from taking any physical steps further. Please heed my warning. Knowing my tale is one thing. Exposing the truth is entirely another and believe me, doing so will only bring wraith. While death is so cold, it can be far from final. The living tend to think death brings peace, and maybe in alternate circumstances it does, but that is something I’ll never know since my spirit is controlled by them, and sometimes him.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>In life, making mention of this tale was almost beyond comprehension. Of course, at the time I couldn’t say what the exact costs for doing so entailed, I did however, grow to suspect the worse. I didn’t heed and this assumption was absolute and correct. The repercussions are quite spiteful, filled with horrid and often repulsive emotional unpleasantness. Having already experienced the physical pain of flames licking my body, hearing the sizzling sound of bubbling flesh and smelling that awful odor, physical harm is no longer possible, but their true forte is inflicting emotional disturbance and it is far worse.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Thus, as I tell my tale of a harmless teenage idea that transformed into a horrific dance with the devil, I am maintaining a certain amount of assiduous and surreptitious hope that you will learn, yet remain fearful of ramifications. You have been warned.</i> <o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Bergholz has always had a furtive secret and most of the townsfolk are aware. But, unlike most small and quaint seasonal picturesque country towns whose typical enigmas include the standard fare of illicit affairs, family squabbles, drunkenness and drug and physical abuse, this town’s skeleton in the closet is far more terrifying. While those examples are unacceptable and horrendous in their own right, they bare in comparison. This secret, if and when spoken, is limited to the confines of close knit home walls, and only in hushed whispers. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Nestled in eastern Ohio not far from where the steel mills used to offer jobs and black soot pollution, the town, in many ways, is no different than any other small, unobtrusive American town, a place where everybody knows everyone and rumors, both good and bad, need less than a day’s travel to infiltrate. To outsiders passing along the single two lane highway coursing end to end north and south, nothing appears peculiar and more than likely they will never take the time to watch it fade in rear view mirrors. Those are the lucky ones, never to be burdened by an age old evil far too embedded to loosen grip. The bible makes mention that on occasion, seeking both recruiters and souls, Satan takes human form to traipse the Earth. For the love of God, trust my words, for this is absolutely true. With mine own eyes I have inadvertently seen his horns and hoofed cloves and these ears has heard his demented laughter.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>While growing up in Bergholz we had all heard the stories. But, without actual proof, most teens, I was one of them, remain skeptical and treat the truth as nothing more than an old spooky wife’s tale. Well, just as Ramses mocked God bringing death to his own son, our mocking brought something too, but it was far worse than death. Coincidentally, I have no way of knowing who else has been reduced to a mere specter whose soul is called upon in chronic and spiteful eternal whims, my guess would be many.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>It was the late 1970’s. A classic time when music was made by instruments instead of computers and dirt covered back roads were lined with littered beer bottles and cans tossed from cars driven by teens exploring Friday and Saturday night party rituals. On such evenings, the four of us, Dan, Terry, Brian and myself, didn’t have a care in the world and our primary concern was getting drunk and throwing empty bottles at barely legible, bullet hole filled rust encrusted signs as we passed.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Brush Creek was a highly secluded area a few short miles northeast of Bergholz. Filled with rippling clear streams, magnificent oaks and rolling, rather steep hills, this region was far off the beaten path and just the right place for a group of beer laced teenagers to avoid authorities. Traveling the cracked paved road could be treacherous, especially since there were no painted lines, but being accustomed and mindful, we never had issues. Along this asphalt road were sparse dirt roads which jettisoned off perpendicular, most appearing as no more than farm tractor paths. Isolation and solitude were the reason why this area was specific and loaded with beer acquired by clandestine means, Friday and Saturday nights were adventurous.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Because he had the best stereo, an older model Pioneer with mind blowing six by nine speakers lying loose in the rear window, Dan’s beat up, mostly grey primer painted Ford Grenada was the transportation of choice. Depending on weather, sometimes we would find ourselves having a makeshift party by an isolated creek, standing around a fire hastily built with empty beer cartons and whatever wood we managed to gather in the darkness. There, as the night progressed, flames flickered to a blaring rock thump. Other times we would simply cruise, less than slow, ensuring our driver having more than adequate time to avoid any potential pitfalls. Of course this was dangerous and stupid, but we did it anyway.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>We were also quite familiar with the tales of devil worshippers that supposedly lurked about in this neck of the woods, but since we had never actually seen hide nor hair of them, they were of no concern. To be perfectly honest, seventeen year olds are plump full of cynicism, doubt and temptation.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>It was a crisp, late October Friday night and I don’t recall who exactly brought up the idea, but we all agreed it would be an escapade and so out of town we headed, off to hunt what none of us expected to find.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>An hour and a half, a few different roads, and a number of beers later, we began losing interest and stopped in the roadside darkness to relieve ourselves. At the time, the irony of listening to an early Black Sabbath 8-track tape, especially a wickedly dark and heavy guitar fortified song describing a meeting with the Grim Reaper evaded, and it is only in hindsight that I see how provocative it truly was. Now maybe I was guided or led by some unrecognizable evil force or maybe it was just plain fate, but while standing in the pitch black at the rear of that battered car, I happened to glance up through jagged, winter impending bare tree branches and thought they oddly looked like long and crooked fingered hands reaching down. The full moon in the clear background was overly large and bright, and as I scrutinized, a strange sensation filled me with dread. Nonetheless, probably blurred by alcohol, for however real the sentiment, I dispatched the notion and concentrated more on the song at hand. I should have listened to the premonition for it was a warning.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Compelled to look again, off in the distance beyond a line of trees was a faint and warm orange glow. Pointing it out to the others, they all initially laughed and implied that I was drunk. Now I admit to being nowhere near sober, but I was also strangely aware and adamant and after looking they saw it too. Standing in a row, we each contemplated what it could be, the general consensus being either lights from a nearby town or a brush fire. Cognizant of the area and knowing that there were no towns for miles around, we agreed to it being the latter and gathered back into the car, off on our next journey.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>As previously mentioned, on evenings such as these speed was never a motivating factor and it was this pace that allowed me to spot the road in passing, which wasn’t really a road at all but more of a path hidden by summer’s leftovers of overgrown weeds. That precise terrifying feeling returned much stronger, but again, I didn’t listen. Dan turned the music down and backed the car up, turning and aligning the headlights for closer inspection.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Unable to see beyond the darkness of the entrance, the lane was merely two evenly spaced dirt paths with a raised hump in the center and I’m sure they were each thinking it was just some tractor path leading to a field that was probably laced with ready to harvest corn. Terry wondered aloud whether the orange glow was in that direction and Dan flicked off the headlights. It was and he flipped them back on, put the shifter into drive, and slowly pulled in.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>The trees lining the sides slanted in toward one another creating a tunnel effect. Thorny weeds scratched and scraped along the fenders and doors as I looked up through the side window to watch the moon completely disappear above the canopy. An eerie premonition that we would never return filled me and in an attempt to fend it off I slugged down the remains of my can.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>The first five hundred or so feet appeared fine and Dan kept the car off to the side of the center mound leaving us leaning a constant slope. But then we came upon deep ruts and could drive no further. Dan turned the car off and we sat in total darkness, the beckoning glow a short distance ahead. We exited and after waiting a few moments for our eyes to adjust, continued on foot.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>As we strolled in the dark making objective small talk, Brian made jokes about green faces with long crooked noses spotted with warts and horns protruding from foreheads. Not finding the humor funny at all, I falsely chuckled, not wanting to show weakness.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>We came upon a heaped hefty dirt pile in the center of the lane, the orange aura outlining its ridge. At that particular point I wanted nothing more than to turn back, afraid of what was beyond. But, as with the joking, I didn’t convey and simply put on an excited facade and followed the other three clambering to the top. We had been right, it was a field. But instead of corn, it held two majestic oaks with a group of maybe fifteen or twenty folks gathered around a large bonfire located in the center.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>With the exception of the one in the middle closest to the fire, whose outfit looked to have streaks of red and symbols we were too far off to distinguish, all wore matching black gowns and corresponding pointed hoods that bobbled from side to side as they swayed in unity. Just as the rest began chanting in accord, the one in the center raised his arms reaching for the sky and the fire flared up. They began leaping around both him and the fire, in one big circle.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Stunned and alarmed, the four of us said nothing and only watched. A feeling of an ominous presence of wickedness filled me and a moment later I grew cognizant enough to look away at my cohorts. In their auburn reflected faces, eyes wide open and dropped jaws offered confirmation that they too felt the same. The chanting grew noticeably and startling louder and with no words exchanged, Dan turned around and started back down the pile. The rest of us followed.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Partway down, compelled for a final look I stopped and turned around. The center one had joined in the dance with the others, but was going in the opposite direction. About to turn back, that leader abruptly stopped, somewhat crouched and seemed to peer in my exact direction. Enveloped by the dark, my confidence at being unseen lasted a mere moment before the gaze burrowed deep impaling my very being and I knew I had been somehow seen. With a yank I spun around and trotted to catch up with my cohorts, motivated by pure fear.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Even while seated in the back of the car, what should have felt like relative safety didn’t and internal quivers remained. Dan started the car. Obviously fearful of being noticed, he left the headlights off, turned and leaned over the front seat, and looked out the rear window. Terry and I took his lead and leaned away giving him full view. It was never stated, but I’m deathly sure we were all hoping that the backing lights sufficed at leading us quickly out and away.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Weeds, shrubs and branches scratched loudly along the sides of the car and with every scrape I jerked, turning to fearfully look, half expecting to see that hooded leader peering creepy in through the window. Never in my life had I thought of pavement as being such a wonderful thing.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Dan dropped the shifter into drive, turned on the headlights, pressed the gas pedal and the car engine revved. But we weren’t moving forward. Dan toggled the shifter to verify it was lodged in drive and it was. He pressed on the pedal again, but still we didn’t go forward. He tried reverse and the car inched backwards. As a test, he dropped it into drive again, but it was to no avail. Perplexed and frightened, positive this had something to do with the hooded clan trying to keep us at bay, the faces on my pals indicated they were thinking the same.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>We had two choices, drive in reverse or walk the miles of dark road. It wasn’t hard to decide which choice to make and while Dan adjusted the wheel and used reverse as needed, the three of us pushed and maneuvered the car to get it turned around. I don’t mind saying that while we were doing so, trepidation ran rampant, certain that the cloaked group would appear from the woods at any moment. But they didn’t.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>It was slow going, but we made good progress and eventually arrived at the two lone streetlights on the quiet and desolate outskirts of Bergholz where we pulled off to the side to figure how each of us was going to manage getting to our respective homes. We were all looking toward the direction we had just came from when Brian, as usual, made light of the overall situation. In his face I saw that it was only a&nbsp; self-defense mechanism.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Being the small hours somewhere between early witching hour and pre-dawn twilight zone, it was more than assured that Bergholz would be tranquil and undisturbed and we elected to continue backing for as far as we could down Main Street, which would be easy enough since it was perfectly straight.</i><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>We piled back into the car again and out of habit I suppose, Dan dropped the shifter into drive. Low and behold the car lurched forward. Needless to say, we were all shocked and even jokester Brian dared not say a word as Dan whipped the car around.&nbsp;&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Over the next few days I tried desperately to heave the ungodly sight from my mind but couldn’t. They wouldn’t let me.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Throughout my years of passing fellow citizens while walking about town, cordial smiles and standard greetings were usually offered and there had been nothing peculiar. Following that fateful night, while both genteelness and salutations continued, normalcy became abnormal. From the lady behind the post office counter to the elderly gentleman walking his collie to even my school bus driver, a rather large jovial woman that had been entering the diner, something was different, unusual and deviant in their piercing, dead focused staring eyes. Suddenly this awful notion I was being closely monitored developed, snuggling against the existing anxiety, and lying in bed each evening saw me glancing toward the window anticipating one would be acerbically peering back. And then the vicious, brutal and rogue dreams began; every single one more realistic than the previous. While I’m not going to go into the details of bloody sacrifice, demons, wicked and oddly joyful faces and the constant cackling laughter, I will, however, in order for you to fully comprehend and understand, propose recalling your most horrendous nightmare and multiplying it by ten, and even then I’m not entirely sure the reverie will rank on the scale. To say I was conflicted would be an understatement. Perpetual denial fleeted and recognizing the need for professional help plagued.&nbsp; I began assessing the fact that in order to dispel the parasites, truth must be openly spoken.&nbsp; <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Disheveled, exhausted and weakened, vivid intuitions told me the worst was yet to come and confirmation came in the form of the mayor, while going to obtain the mail on the following Wednesday.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>In deep concentration, having finally decided to confront what had been witnessed, I hadn’t noticed us approaching one another. Upon meeting, the excessively geriatric fellow who walked with a constant limp raised a wrinkled hand and clenched my shoulder, stopping me firm in my tracks. No words were exchanged as he simply leered with a familiar gaze that reminded and I sensed my face going flush. Squeezing my shoulder with surprising strength, a toothless grin pursed up the sides of his face and I felt doom. <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>That was years ago and I am since all but forgotten. I still see the mayor and many of the townsfolk on certain evenings, when the moon is full and they choose to summon and torture my spirit. Truly evil, compelled by the dark lord himself, just like the majestic two oaks, they never seem to age. Death is so cold and ironically, although it was what they used to send me to my death, I still take solace in trying to soak up the fire’s warmth, but it is of no use. I often wonder whether Dan, Terry and Brian suffered the same fate, but we controlled apparitions are kept tightly secluded in a solitary confinement of dirt and as such, knowing is indefinite.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Yes, there is a ruling class in the town of Bergholz and it is a monarchy that governs with dark obscure. The secure are those who avoid, ignore and go on with their lives. Of course they know. Everyone knows. But it is a conversation never tempted, even in whispers.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Alongside the water tower that boldly affirms the town name, lightly buried are my charred remains. DO NOT make attempts to find nor seek justice, otherwise fear will command and silence will be harshly dictated. You requested information and I simply offered as an aid in eliminating doubt. Nearby, fresh dirt mounds are regular and I don’t want to know your bones are nestled in one.<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Condemned forever,<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><i>Thomas<o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;">***<o:p></o:p></div><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;">Wide eyed, Robert held tight the letter, looked smartly at the window and then at the candle in the shot glass on the desk. He would burn it too.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaFqD8j_JJs/VT4EuRspphI/AAAAAAAADuQ/kh-43wBvrqU/s1600/evil%2Bsky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RaFqD8j_JJs/VT4EuRspphI/AAAAAAAADuQ/kh-43wBvrqU/s1600/evil%2Bsky.jpg" height="200" width="190" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-67999016103928835272015-03-17T06:30:00.000-04:002015-03-17T06:30:55.632-04:00Something creepy is on the way<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OB-FF0c-n0Q/VQatQy9i_BI/AAAAAAAADsw/_RBhk29HBM8/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OB-FF0c-n0Q/VQatQy9i_BI/AAAAAAAADsw/_RBhk29HBM8/s1600/IMG_1605.JPG" height="238" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My loft office is shaping up nicely</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hellllloooooo my fellow ghouls, yours truly Thomas Scopel / Wee Willie Wicked here and it’s good to be back. Well, almost back…it’s still going to be a bit before I’m fully back up and running normally, but we are getting there rather quickly now.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where have I been for the past few months?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What have I been doing?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I haven’t been writing, blogging or webcasting, that’s for sure…yuk yuk! However, I did buy a house and have been getting things organized, fixed, repaired and constructed. I’ve remodeled three bedrooms amongst painting, sawing, hammering, screwing and nailing other aspects and am nearing the end of the phase and before long should be able to get back at the blogging and writing in full force. I’m really looking forward to finishing my next book (A Lawnly Existence) here in this horror filled loft office. Chapter 15 here I come….</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mIlctli2Tk/VQaudJxJD_I/AAAAAAAADs4/ZuZGV1f03eQ/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7mIlctli2Tk/VQaudJxJD_I/AAAAAAAADs4/ZuZGV1f03eQ/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j53zwSN8G-4/VQaux43AfZI/AAAAAAAADtA/SYiEZCVqBgg/s1600/IMG_1606.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j53zwSN8G-4/VQaux43AfZI/AAAAAAAADtA/SYiEZCVqBgg/s1600/IMG_1606.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On Walking Dead nights and for most horror flick screenings, we all gather about to view.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqpde3Aqugw/VQawJZCmyJI/AAAAAAAADtQ/iS1Gb1_xMtE/s1600/IMG_1601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qqpde3Aqugw/VQawJZCmyJI/AAAAAAAADtQ/iS1Gb1_xMtE/s1600/IMG_1601.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dolly is basically the host of the loft and meets you at the top of the stairs. Just don't make any quick movements and you'll be fine.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URtkiOCSFOU/VQawd4dqNWI/AAAAAAAADtY/UCRceM1473U/s1600/IMG_1611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-URtkiOCSFOU/VQawd4dqNWI/AAAAAAAADtY/UCRceM1473U/s1600/IMG_1611.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Finally! a library with every book I own in one area (except for the typical stack on the night stand that is).</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those who have inquired about the Staying Scared web show, I suspect it’ll probably be a little longer since the studio still needs to be finished and the green screen, lights, mics and cameras need setting up. But, it's on the list.</span><o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc2psBd0W7g/VQavZcNC3FI/AAAAAAAADtI/bV-ddw58uMM/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rc2psBd0W7g/VQavZcNC3FI/AAAAAAAADtI/bV-ddw58uMM/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Staying Scared webcasting studio is being constructed.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, I've been sitting on Horror Doll House dot com for a bit now and am designing a website where I can post the construction phases of this horror dollhouse idea I have. There will be videos, tips and every aspect of the build. I have a plan...</span></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZlleFLqn9s/VQf7jEcGhpI/AAAAAAAADts/dFuVd2A7i9c/s1600/20150317_055614.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZlleFLqn9s/VQf7jEcGhpI/AAAAAAAADts/dFuVd2A7i9c/s1600/20150317_055614.jpg" height="200" width="112" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Believe me, my version won't look anything like the box. heh heh</td></tr></tbody></table><div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My cousin sent me this photo taken by TI Cranium. It's my hometown's water tower. Of course, it's truly not as creepy as the picture depicts, but this dark version has me considering a rather gruesome tale as dark as the photo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjGlS_hsTXU/VQf--EQYToI/AAAAAAAADt4/VDNWN4KemjY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bjGlS_hsTXU/VQf--EQYToI/AAAAAAAADt4/VDNWN4KemjY/s1600/photo.JPG" height="200" width="147" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the meantime I’ll be updating both the staying scared website and this blog, reviewing more than a few films and discussing a rather large list that I oddly and mysteriously have been able to maintain throughout all the chaos.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, hang in there my ghoulish fiends…</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Keep the doors and windows locked and ignore that noise in the shadows, for I am about to begin lurking about and</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;have sooooo much to discuss. It won't be long now and don't say you weren't warned. Muwhahahahaha&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas / Willie</span></div></div></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-39742263159877933382014-11-03T17:53:00.000-05:002014-11-03T17:53:18.275-05:00The Halloween Boo Bash was a bloody slashing success<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjjAHLlt19Y/VFfs1gkv87I/AAAAAAAADmU/qXcGcVtrDLM/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zjjAHLlt19Y/VFfs1gkv87I/AAAAAAAADmU/qXcGcVtrDLM/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" height="238" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was on the Boo Bash menu and the flies offered tiny white little flavorful juicy tidbits.</td></tr></tbody></table><div style="text-align: center;">Hiya Creeps, well both Halloween and the annual Boo Bash is over and what a gruesome filled week it was. Here are some highlights...</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5LGu2ZuxBI/VFfxIX5lxLI/AAAAAAAADmc/MH5YzWlADyc/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_5LGu2ZuxBI/VFfxIX5lxLI/AAAAAAAADmc/MH5YzWlADyc/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These were my passengers for the month</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnDHUminyEw/VFfxbE46kNI/AAAAAAAADmk/j1Sjsy90mxo/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LnDHUminyEw/VFfxbE46kNI/AAAAAAAADmk/j1Sjsy90mxo/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Corn hole Boards turned out well</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ai6iIHy1w/VFfxz_BsqkI/AAAAAAAADms/IwetSY9sEuI/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_8ai6iIHy1w/VFfxz_BsqkI/AAAAAAAADms/IwetSY9sEuI/s1600/IMG_1287.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I got out a few of my specialty utensils</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIslASiN5I/VFfyCDbvm3I/AAAAAAAADm0/qH6Ek2CP2bc/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TcIslASiN5I/VFfyCDbvm3I/AAAAAAAADm0/qH6Ek2CP2bc/s1600/IMG_1288.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bathroom was especially gruesome</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdwLwtzIw7Y/VFfyP98CPmI/AAAAAAAADm8/bBRH0SbHXxI/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wdwLwtzIw7Y/VFfyP98CPmI/AAAAAAAADm8/bBRH0SbHXxI/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kitchen was for butchering</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ej5qubEc_0/VFfyey5xksI/AAAAAAAADnE/xSiINX8-SGw/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1ej5qubEc_0/VFfyey5xksI/AAAAAAAADnE/xSiINX8-SGw/s1600/IMG_1292.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course I canned a little too</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmwQyv5jxJM/VFfzUH88bJI/AAAAAAAADnU/Ly3h-M3D9vg/s1600/Zombie%2Bbeer%2Bpong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vmwQyv5jxJM/VFfzUH88bJI/AAAAAAAADnU/Ly3h-M3D9vg/s1600/Zombie%2Bbeer%2Bpong.jpg" height="190" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beer pong room was a complete zombiefest</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLx28tQPfD0/VFfzkI6RnGI/AAAAAAAADnc/gwP5uV-oSTI/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iLx28tQPfD0/VFfzkI6RnGI/AAAAAAAADnc/gwP5uV-oSTI/s1600/IMG_1403.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Every gore house needs a place to hang the meat</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYD4NfOlYBc/VFfzyT-avOI/AAAAAAAADnk/kQnAzi6HodY/s1600/IMG_1404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YYD4NfOlYBc/VFfzyT-avOI/AAAAAAAADnk/kQnAzi6HodY/s1600/IMG_1404.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pumpkinhead watched over the bathroom and chatted at those who entered.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w8wG4TaygA/VFf0Oa-zinI/AAAAAAAADns/HPEykkr88hA/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7w8wG4TaygA/VFf0Oa-zinI/AAAAAAAADns/HPEykkr88hA/s1600/IMG_1420.JPG" height="200" width="148" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And the Ouija room worked well, especially with a tarot card reader</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4x5an8SEoGI/VFf0hLuH72I/AAAAAAAADn0/pWJqPEvrcEw/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4x5an8SEoGI/VFf0hLuH72I/AAAAAAAADn0/pWJqPEvrcEw/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first costume of the week. I had never been a witch before.</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm14qfLpTeE/VFf0wKQutnI/AAAAAAAADn8/i3AXcnbLHeQ/s1600/IMG_1330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mm14qfLpTeE/VFf0wKQutnI/AAAAAAAADn8/i3AXcnbLHeQ/s1600/IMG_1330.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It took 3rd place</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHitZhgDRm0/VFf07ZgKs7I/AAAAAAAADoE/WNeCgP_He1A/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JHitZhgDRm0/VFf07ZgKs7I/AAAAAAAADoE/WNeCgP_He1A/s1600/IMG_1378.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 2nd costume. Besides clowns, wicked Jack-O-Lanterns are my thing</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhNuyp7o4M/VFf1NvzqR-I/AAAAAAAADoM/7xXLWsF61KI/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzhNuyp7o4M/VFf1NvzqR-I/AAAAAAAADoM/7xXLWsF61KI/s1600/IMG_1392.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It came in 4th...beat by Flo from the Progressive Insurance commercials</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ_splreBRQ/VFf1l1IOu1I/AAAAAAAADoU/-6OTwF3RSCM/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NJ_splreBRQ/VFf1l1IOu1I/AAAAAAAADoU/-6OTwF3RSCM/s1600/IMG_1424.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This lovely ghost is all mine</td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9EhKfMbZWY/VFf1xkNHBcI/AAAAAAAADoc/Lj9fz3uU2LI/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N9EhKfMbZWY/VFf1xkNHBcI/AAAAAAAADoc/Lj9fz3uU2LI/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Especially now that we finally put rings on our fingers</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d7rK3QQnDbk/UO2w7NeC9mI/AAAAAAAAA-A/cKbW99u7OWo/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">What films did I watch?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070047/" target="_blank">The Exorcist</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2377322/" target="_blank">Deliver Us From Evil</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0063350/" target="_blank">Night of the Living Dead</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0100258/" target="_blank">The All New Night of the Living Dead</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1314655/" target="_blank">Devil</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078748/" target="_blank">Alien Director's Cut</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://stayingscared.com/Tin%20Can%20Man%20Review%20by%20Wee%20Willie%20Wicked.html" target="_blank">Tin Can Man</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2900624/" target="_blank">All Hallows Eve</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1853739/" target="_blank">You're Next</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2917336/" target="_blank">The Dead 2: India</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0053677/" target="_blank">Brides of Dracula</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0263488/" target="_blank">Jeepers Creepers</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0072271/" target="_blank">Texas Chainsaw Massacre</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApP6thlAx9U/UhpOTGsuseI/AAAAAAAACGo/Pf-KtzpEzso/s1600/graveyard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApP6thlAx9U/UhpOTGsuseI/AAAAAAAACGo/Pf-KtzpEzso/s1600/graveyard.png" height="40" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shdk7ys6ZjY/VFf2B9OHBSI/AAAAAAAADok/E2qwgrNhI4U/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-shdk7ys6ZjY/VFf2B9OHBSI/AAAAAAAADok/E2qwgrNhI4U/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" height="200" width="145" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And now this horror fiend is back to writing bloody prose...reading chilling tales...and delving into the shadows.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>Where?</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://horrornews.net/author/wee-willie-wicked/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-giSXCrUGDW8/VFf2xwaMUOI/AAAAAAAADos/nf5H3OkQD-Y/s1600/The-land-of-both-shadow-and-substance-logo-200x200.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://horrornews.net/author/wee-willie-wicked/" target="_blank">I'm back to my column at Horror News</a></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://www.movieandmusicnetwork.com/content/cg/terror-channel?promocode=STAYINGSCARED" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VdABlRsCsBo/VFf31J5X9RI/AAAAAAAADo0/lFqTpO_Ja90/s1600/500x500%2BBanner3.png" height="200" width="200" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.movieandmusicnetwork.com/content/cg/terror-channel?promocode=STAYINGSCARED" target="_blank">And I'm writing reviews for The Movie &amp; Music Network</a>&nbsp;<a href="http://www.movieandmusicnetwork.com/content/cg/terror-channel?promocode=STAYINGSCARED" target="_blank">plenty of great "B" films here!</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And I created a special place for the reviews at Staying Scared</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://stayingscared.com/Movie%20&amp;%20Music%20Network%20Reviews.html" target="_blank">Read more about this venture here</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">By the way, hey filmmakers, want something reviewed?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="mailto:contact@stayingscared.com" target="_blank">Contact Me</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>What else did I do?</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Wrote on my book, <i>A Lawnly Existence</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Submitted a tale called <i>2084 Is A Good Year To Die</i> to an anthology. I'll let ya know.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Did an interview on <i><a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/viktoraurelius" target="_blank">Whispers In The Dark</a></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*Read the new <a href="http://www.suspensemagazine.com/" target="_blank">Suspense Magazine</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mjlTKoOohQ/VFf41h0HdzI/AAAAAAAADo8/GkRQ14maarQ/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--mjlTKoOohQ/VFf41h0HdzI/AAAAAAAADo8/GkRQ14maarQ/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Of course, as usual, I have more than a few books to catch up on.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhXyFb2ORa4/VFgDBsnq_NI/AAAAAAAADpM/-f_FZhWSSTU/s1600/witches%2Bflying.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mhXyFb2ORa4/VFgDBsnq_NI/AAAAAAAADpM/-f_FZhWSSTU/s1600/witches%2Bflying.gif" height="135" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And so Creepsters, Ghouls, Goblins and things that go bump in the night, here's hoping your Halloween was bloody good fun too...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Stay Scared,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thomas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-28524360827041778622014-10-06T00:57:00.001-04:002014-10-06T01:16:05.954-04:00This wicked little holiday called Halloween<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-Y2s1ntYO8/VDGLfo4ZYZI/AAAAAAAADkM/601BC7dZYOM/s1600/nighttime%2Bpatcher.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-Y2s1ntYO8/VDGLfo4ZYZI/AAAAAAAADkM/601BC7dZYOM/s1600/nighttime%2Bpatcher.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well hello there creepsters, ghoulies, spooks, fiends, monsters, ghosts, witches, zombies and general necromancers, it's almost Halloween, our time of the year...a time when fears are raised and the darkness can harbor an abundance of horror. So, where do we begin? Let's start with some history first, shall we...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Halloween, the holiday celebrated on October 31<sup>st</sup>, is a night when unimaginable horrors are thrust upon us all, reputed to wander freely. Originally known as All Hallows Eve, the holiday started as a Celtic festival and was a celebration of the end of harvest. It was a time when the ancient Gaelic culture believed that on this specific day, the boundary between the living and the dead was overlapped or had a ripple and thus, the dead were able to return in order to wreak havoc in the form of disease or crop destruction.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the middle ages, begging for treats was quite similar to that of Christmas wrassailing, but was called “souling.” This included less fortunate folk dressing up&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">on November 1<span style="font-size: x-small;">st</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;(Hallowmas Day), to</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;beg for food in exchange for offering prayers for the dead,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">promised to be performed on the following day (November 2nd) known as All Saint’s or All Soul’s day</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prior&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to the turn of the 20</span><sup style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">th</sup><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;century, Halloween was virtually unknown in America and if it hadn't been for the thousands of Irish immigrants fleeing the potato famine, the holiday may never have become, for it was their customs that eventually evolved into the Halloween of today. And, evolve it did...becoming the most wonderfully creepiest time of the year.</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj06O0w1mbY/VDGRLlT-KKI/AAAAAAAADkk/qK6XPx-FwWg/s1600/witches%2Band%2Bpumpkinhead.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zj06O0w1mbY/VDGRLlT-KKI/AAAAAAAADkk/qK6XPx-FwWg/s1600/witches%2Band%2Bpumpkinhead.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>Halloween Trivia</u></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was the Jack-O-Lantern always associated with the holiday?</span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No. The Jack-O-Lantern stems from turnip lanterns, which were extravagantly carved in a ritual called souling, a remembrance tribute toward all the souls lingering in purgatory.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How did bats come to be associated with Halloween?</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bats originally had nothing at all to do with the holiday. However, in ancient times, with celebratory bonfires being rampant, these fires drew insects which in turn drew bats and therefore, the flying rodents became indirectly involved.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Where did the words “trick or treat” get their start?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Originally, “treat or treat” wasn’t part of the holiday &amp; began in Scotland with children dressing up (known as guising) and going door to door in search of treats. However, usually the child would have to earn the treat by performing a trick. i.e. dancing, singing, the telling of a scary tale, etc…</span><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was the treat always candy?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not at all. With Halloween being in the fall season and typically considered to be a harvest time, apples (candied and caramelized), roasted pumpkin seeds and even roasted sweet corn were the usual offerings. In Ireland there was also a customary baked cake called Barmbrack too. This fruitcake typically had something such as a ring or a coin baked within and the ring is reputed to indicate that true love is on the following year’s horizon.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When did American costumes appear?</span><o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While there had always been costumes involved with the holiday, in the U.S. this wouldn't be fully grasped until the 1930’s, when costumes started being mass produced. Afterward, the holiday’s popularity soared with both children and adults and the tradition of the Halloween costume party began.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of Halloween parties, what is one of the little known games involved?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While most everyone is familiar with bobbing for apples and the telling of ghost stories, there are some traditions that remain unknown in popular culture. One such tradition is Scottish in origin and is called divination. This is where a person carves a long strip of apple peel and tosses it over their shoulder. The landed peel is reputed to take the shape of and offer the first letter of the first name of the person’s future spouse.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Was the holiday always associated with spooks?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not actually and it is thought that the holiday’s association with the Pagans and the occult has created this “fear” reputation, stemming from Christianity’s negative attitude toward celebrating Paganism. This misconception is probably responsible for today's holiday being widely considered to be a night when witches and the bogeyman roam. With this notion having been deeply ingrained in our psyche, the holiday is now tightly associated with horror, monsters and fright, now offering a plethora of scary television and film and an uncountable amount of fearful attractions.</span>&nbsp;&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Why are orange &amp; black considered Halloween colors?</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Orange is a predominant fall color while black represents death and darkness.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rz-j4ZVs_vE/VDGRGuWqfDI/AAAAAAAADkc/03oHNy-llcQ/s1600/nighttime%2Breaper.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rz-j4ZVs_vE/VDGRGuWqfDI/AAAAAAAADkc/03oHNy-llcQ/s1600/nighttime%2Breaper.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><u>Did You Know?</u></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> Those little, chewy, chocolaty treats known as Tootsie Rolls, a common Halloween staple, were the first wrapped penny candy.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> In 1942, Halloween took a big hit in the treat department when sugar was rationed.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> The classic 1978 film "Halloween" was filmed in only 21 days, the mask is actually one of William Shatner and it was shot in the spring using fake leaves. Also, watch closely, while the location is reputed to be Illinois, the cars actually have California license plates.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> Don't fear the spider you see on that day, for it is a superstition that it is a deceased loved one watching over you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> In it's first year of sales, the Ouija Board, with over 2 million units shipped, out sold even Monopoly.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> Besides All Hallows Eve, Halloween is also known as Samhain, All Hallowtide, The Feast of the Dead and The Day of the Dead.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> Owls, in Medieval Europe, were thought to be witches and to hear the "hoo hoo" was an indication that someone would die.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> World renowned magician and escape artist Harry Houdini died on Halloween.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">*</span></b> Samhainophobia is the fear of Halloween.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: red;">* </span></b>When "It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown" first aired, children around the world sent candy to the blockhead as a sympathetic gesture.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGVmwsq3LiQ/VDGhwIACzfI/AAAAAAAADkw/MXBjFYnkSOQ/s1600/562956_478227488854894_510125173_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGVmwsq3LiQ/VDGhwIACzfI/AAAAAAAADkw/MXBjFYnkSOQ/s1600/562956_478227488854894_510125173_n.jpg" height="159" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: orange; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Looking for the perfect frightful flick? While there are many to select from, here's 13 to get you started...</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;<span style="color: red;">13) <i>House of 1000 Corpses 2003</i></span>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mass murdering family that uses deceased skin for masks.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/c96DM_5AHbg" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12) <i>The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 1974</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While this was never a true story, it sure appears like it might have been.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/Vs3981DoINw" target="_blank">trailer</a>)&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;">11) Dawn of the Dead 2004</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Zak Snyder's respectable homage to Romero's classic. However, watch the original (#4 below) first.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">&nbsp;(<a href="http://youtu.be/8LUzJAsa-gg" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10) Creepshow 1982</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Much like the old EC horror comics, this anthology is fast paced and scary.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/hDTpWFGnBek" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9) The Exorcist 1973</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the scariest movies ever made. I dare you to sit in the dark and watch this one...alone.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/0iS59iV2Ffs" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8) The Evil Dead 1981</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With both humor and horror, one never knows what to expect next.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/dtsK7skqk9U" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7) Phantasm 1979</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There's always something creepy about a mini flying buzz saw embedding into a forehead.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/RIRVOepV9Ik" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6) Jeepers Creepers 2001</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not quite a bat, but it flies and will eat you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/akFUWf5xe6k" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5) Friday the 13th 1980</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Jason was simply a male name before this flick. This was the start of "slasher" flicks and don't be surprised if the haunting "cha cha cha...ha ha ha" &nbsp;soundtrack doesn't stick with you afterward.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/gjiqwTv9yeI" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4) Dawn of the Dead 1978</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">George Romero's followup to #2 below. Gruesome and frightening.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/PpuNE1cX03c" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3) Saw 2004</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The film that introduced us to Jigsaw</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/OCZp5v8V-94" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2) Night of the Living Dead 1968</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The film that redefined zombies to how we view them now.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/5gUKvmOEGCU" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/-_f2Enn8x5s" target="_blank">Watch the film</a></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://youtu.be/-_f2Enn8x5s" target="_blank">&nbsp;here</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1) Halloween 1978</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The all-time classic that is a must every Halloween.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(<a href="http://youtu.be/waTkW-UFyl4" target="_blank">trailer</a>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMYe93QZaig/VDGxgWyZChI/AAAAAAAADlI/CayARQbdWeQ/s1600/white%2Beyes.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SMYe93QZaig/VDGxgWyZChI/AAAAAAAADlI/CayARQbdWeQ/s1600/white%2Beyes.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6sSR4iEoLk4/VDG6r5oBwCI/AAAAAAAADls/EEso3iFF8fg/s1600/ANIhrFeet1C.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6sSR4iEoLk4/VDG6r5oBwCI/AAAAAAAADls/EEso3iFF8fg/s1600/ANIhrFeet1C.gif" height="15" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What have I been up to?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, I've been editing and rewriting my first full-length novel (A Lawnly Existence) which takes up a majority of my writing time. Of course, I've read a number of things and watched a flick or two too.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I'm reading now?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9BXBKw37es/VDG35LXfiOI/AAAAAAAADlU/xQztiHnjecs/s1600/books.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9BXBKw37es/VDG35LXfiOI/AAAAAAAADlU/xQztiHnjecs/s1600/books.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--snDtKFg9_k/VDG7tcItANI/AAAAAAAADl8/BtbmcewXDj4/s1600/skeleton9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--snDtKFg9_k/VDG7tcItANI/AAAAAAAADl8/BtbmcewXDj4/s1600/skeleton9.gif" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHqrKTTciE4/VDG4smM5nsI/AAAAAAAADlc/o3NtGYoLnvA/s1600/Necromicon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gHqrKTTciE4/VDG4smM5nsI/AAAAAAAADlc/o3NtGYoLnvA/s1600/Necromicon.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I finally obtained a copy of what is considered by many to be the most dangerous book in the world. From the looks of what's on the pages inside, this is a book on witchcraft and sorcery and I should probably be most cautious when exploring it. (<i>Author's Note: Wow was that creepy. All day I've been working on this blog and the Staying Scared website and all worked well. But, while I was uploading this picture, all of a sudden my internet service went down. This never happens and although it came back up in a short few minutes the coincidence is hard to ignore. Maybe I should get rid of this book...yeah right!</i>)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">By the way, on October 27th, yours truly and fellow cohort from Staying Scared dot com, Mary Fortier-Schutz II aka Nighty Nightmare is going to be on <a href="http://www.blogtalkradio.com/viktoraurelius" target="_blank">Whispers in the Dark</a>. More on that later though. Read her new column <a href="http://www.stayingscared.com/Nighty%20Nightmare.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP8qVs_7RrQ/VDG6fWA4_zI/AAAAAAAADlk/rt9y74zISxg/s1600/slights.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NP8qVs_7RrQ/VDG6fWA4_zI/AAAAAAAADlk/rt9y74zISxg/s1600/slights.gif" height="38" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And here's a little creepy something for ya.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh2GHOKOL8U/VDG6_-jYEAI/AAAAAAAADl0/fkTHKWvKYxs/s1600/creepy2%2B(1).gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh2GHOKOL8U/VDG6_-jYEAI/AAAAAAAADl0/fkTHKWvKYxs/s1600/creepy2%2B(1).gif" height="112" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so fellow horror fans, have a most frightening Halloween and if you see this guy lurking around...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">RUN!</span>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mwhahahahahahahahaha!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta3Q4pAnQOQ/VDGwB4G0hII/AAAAAAAADk8/HApz07s_U9Q/s1600/Evil%2Bcostume.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ta3Q4pAnQOQ/VDGwB4G0hII/AAAAAAAADk8/HApz07s_U9Q/s1600/Evil%2Bcostume.JPG" height="200" width="158" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-59299098099576969492014-08-20T15:19:00.001-04:002014-08-20T15:21:21.213-04:00Books, Body Parts & Teddy Bears Oh My!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMlFKibVGYU/U_S-zk1kJ2I/AAAAAAAADf4/V4iXclez8xc/s1600/photo11.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MMlFKibVGYU/U_S-zk1kJ2I/AAAAAAAADf4/V4iXclez8xc/s1600/photo11.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello Creepies, Crawlies, Ghosties, Goblins, Slashers, Monsters, Zombies, and all things that go bump in the night, I’ve been away from Staying Scared for some small expenditure of time and I do apologize. However, I haven’t avoided horror and have used the time wisely. I’ve read a couple of books and a few magazines, rewritten six chapters of my new book, submitted a short tale, obtained a couple collectibles, canned some body parts and watched a few flicks. Oh yeah, there was that work thing too. Regardless, I intend to tell you all about it since this might take a while, sit up and get comfy in that casket, poke your head out of the grave, stop gnawing on the body, keep the razor knife at bay and creep a little closer to lend an ear. I promise you’ll keep it and besides, you have two of those.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFyHS_kODKY/U_TElbtNePI/AAAAAAAADgE/8oZE4oPOSdU/s1600/Drive%2BIn%2BNight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LFyHS_kODKY/U_TElbtNePI/AAAAAAAADgE/8oZE4oPOSdU/s1600/Drive%2BIn%2BNight.jpg" height="112" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Drive In Night begins at dusk and can include up to 3 flicks. Of course, one is always horror.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">First off, before we officially get started, let me tell you that Adult ADD does have benefits. Besides compelling me to do a bunch of everything all at once, the condition also has me reading three books at a time. Why? Because I can. When I sit down to read, although I may be deep into a book, I may not feel like going back to it just yet and choose to delve into one of the others, usually already started. Sure, I could finish books one at a time, but my mind craves variety and so I typically find myself holding some sort of monster tale in one hand, the latest horror best seller in the other, my favorite author clutched in between big toes, all while glancing at the most recent horror mag that is lying in front of me. Thankfully &amp; fortunately, I am quite proficient at soaking it all in. Yes, I know…there are pills for this, but why fix something that isn’t broken. I kind of like it this way and over the years have seemingly perfected and am able to keep everything in my head organized. Every evening provides a few new chapters, an article on Godzilla or Freddy or who knows what else, and just before falling asleep somewhere near the witching hour, I have already explored what I will write after the alarm goes off at 5 a.m. (Coincidentally, this has remained consistent and is my first full-length novel – A Lawnly Existence). At 8:00 a.m., the workday begins and could end anywhere between 5 &amp; 10 p.m. depending upon workload. However, days off see a slight change in schedule, especially if Drive-In Night was part of the prior evening’s curriculum, and it is then that I find myself sleeping in a bit, all the way until 6 a.m. Did you know that by using both hands at the same time, one is also using both sides of the brain and therefore, the action tends to regulate any chemical inequity? Typing falls into this category. Some would call it a curse!<o:p></o:p></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wb6A17RHMUI/U_TFm1VSbJI/AAAAAAAADgM/ccLYy3eaM9Y/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wb6A17RHMUI/U_TFm1VSbJI/AAAAAAAADgM/ccLYy3eaM9Y/s1600/photo3.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Since carnivals are my thing, especially creepy ones, two books easily drew me in; Stephen King’s <i>Joyland</i> and the <i>Bloody Carnival</i> anthology.<o:p></o:p></span><br /><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Personally, King could probably describe watching paint dry enjoyable, even if he does get long winded sometimes. Nonetheless, <i>Joyland</i> is a tale certain to suck in not only fans of the writer, but both horror, mystery and spirit world lovers too. The story surrounds a main character, Devin Jones, a college student who accepts a summer position at an amusement park called Joyland. This park, while small in comparison to the more well known amusement parks, has been around for decades and between the rides, games and such, still offers much fun. Primarily a first person coming of age story told through the eyes of Devin, an interesting cast of “carny” characters is only one aspect that will keep the reader turning pages. The other is that, unlike King’s typical indigenous horror tales, this one is a mystery that surrounds a girl who was murdered in the park’s spooky ride known as the Horror House many years ago. At 281 pages, Joyland seemed more like a novella than a novel and was a quick read. Add in the thought provocation and clue following factor, and the read is even faster.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><i>Bloody Carnival</i>, a 2010 Pill Hill Press offering edited by Jessy Marie Roberts is 34 tales of horrific fun surrounding everything from carnivals, county fairs and amusement parks to circuses and rodeos. There are freaks and sideshow attractions, rides so old that one may be fearful and reconsider getting on, a ringmistress with a demonic side, ghosts and goulies, spook houses and my personal favorite…demented clowns. Although the writers, with an exception of a choice few, are primarily unknown, at the conclusion of their tale a bio is offered, which yours truly began looking forward to reading even before getting halfway through the 286 pages. Most of the writing is spot on and there are only a few stories that appear slightly amateurish. This is more likely due to inexperience and with such, is certain to improve. There are also a few tales that are rather predictable, but were still fun to read nonetheless. So, want fear that surrounds carnivals, fairs and festive celebrations? Anticipating riding the latest and greatest rickety ride? Want to know what’s behind the airbrushed painted freak curtain? <i>Bloody Carnival</i> is for you.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">And then there was and is the <i>Writers Workshop of Horror</i>, a 2009 Bram Stoker award winner for Superior Achievement in Nonfiction. This book, edited by Michael Knost, is a veritable who’s who of the horror world and might very well be the one single book all horror writer wannabes should read. With essays exploring everything from setting and description to dialogue and tone, these successful top of the heap writers will guide you through writing that tale from beginning to end. Plenty of insights here, discussing specific aspects of the basic horror tale and the 245 pages will probably be read more than once.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oSJBPsy51Y/U_TKLWRUVCI/AAAAAAAADgU/naEa_gO9vps/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3oSJBPsy51Y/U_TKLWRUVCI/AAAAAAAADgU/naEa_gO9vps/s1600/photo2.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">What I'm reading now.</span></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufSzceLheY8/U_TKVS46YFI/AAAAAAAADgc/mxHltLWsUzQ/s1600/photo12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ufSzceLheY8/U_TKVS46YFI/AAAAAAAADgc/mxHltLWsUzQ/s1600/photo12.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Of course, &nbsp;both Amazon and the newsstand also contributes</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe border="0" frameborder="0" height="60" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/cm?t=stayingscared-20&amp;o=1&amp;p=40&amp;l=ur1&amp;category=books&amp;banner=01C0Z0F1JZARPFRFG382&amp;f=ifr&amp;linkID=FDSTXPRZPBA2HCYL" style="border: none;" width="120"></iframe> </div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dffNqah1ouA/U_Tq8LIotII/AAAAAAAADiE/LZM3ogKD9VY/s1600/photo13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dffNqah1ouA/U_Tq8LIotII/AAAAAAAADiE/LZM3ogKD9VY/s1600/photo13.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-size: xx-small;">I've been exploring my extensive electronic collection of horror comics too. They definitely bring back memories.</span> <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1iBS5q6YM/U_TOPf6sj9I/AAAAAAAADgo/PzaONUdspeE/s1600/bloody%2Btypewriter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mb1iBS5q6YM/U_TOPf6sj9I/AAAAAAAADgo/PzaONUdspeE/s1600/bloody%2Btypewriter.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">What have I written?</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Yet again I am going through and rewriting <i>A Lawnly Existence</i>. This is a horror tale with a smidgen of love tossed in and surrounds an old man who is desperately trying to fulfill his recently deceased wife’s dream. It is neither a zombie nor ghost tale and the twists are rampant. Written with short chapters, I’m consciously attempting the cliff hanging chapter aspect. Although 90% of the book is written, edits are necessary since I want to submit the best possible. Where to submit to is still under consideration and there is no time frame just yet, but as soon as I know, you will too.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">And my tale 2084 Is a Good Year to Die is at <a href="http://www.suspensemagazine.com/" target="_blank">Suspense Magazine</a>. In a civilization closely monitored by government, possessing something as simple as a school history book can have mortal repercussions. It is my ode to George Orwell and his Nostradamic vision.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">And, just a little heads up, Mary G. Fortier (aka Nighty Nightmare) and yours truly will be on a radio show October 27th. But more on that later.</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g492LE7byHQ/U_TPuFFq85I/AAAAAAAADgw/LLGbwIyD7N4/s1600/photo5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g492LE7byHQ/U_TPuFFq85I/AAAAAAAADgw/LLGbwIyD7N4/s1600/photo5.JPG" height="112" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Undead Teds</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">For quite some time now, I have been trying to get my hands on an Undead Ted. These grotesque, yet wonderfully macabre teddy bears are not the cuddly “for children” type. They are neither cheap nor easy to obtain, but, are certainly well worth both time and money. Artist Phillip Blackman only makes 20 or so per batch before placing them for sale. Each are meticulously handmade one of a kinds, anatomically correctly detailed, come with certificate of authenticity and are specifically tagged. I learned very quickly that one must be extremely fast and pre-organized in order to be one of the lucky few owners.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gisi1035zo0/U_TW2Tyak8I/AAAAAAAADhA/apCAmbHxFwM/s1600/small%2Bphototag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gisi1035zo0/U_TW2Tyak8I/AAAAAAAADhA/apCAmbHxFwM/s1600/small%2Bphototag.jpg" height="147" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Each tag is specifically numbered</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Prior, when first learning of these, I made a beeline to the website, only to find that they were always sold out. Then I signed up for the newsletter and started following Mr. Blackman on Facebook. It was the social media mecca which indicated when the next sale would be and for fourteen hours I eagerly watched the website countdown. I was ready, or so I thought. The clock struck zero and after a quick peruse of the selections, chose one. Much to my dismay, even before checking out, my selection had already been snatched up and was gone. This surprised me and I lost a few seconds lingering in awe, but regained composure and with the speed of gnashing zombie teeth, went back and selected another. This time the order went through and I had purchased. Ecstatic, I went back to the display page. There were seventeen sold signs, including mine, leaving only three left. Mind you, this was a mere 15 minutes or so after the sale had begun and, while it was not my initial intentions, I selected another, not really expecting to get it. Needless to say, I was fortunate and obtained a second and am now in the process of seeking the perfect acrylic case for which will display them both.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZjQTe_aSr4/U_TXCpHqOrI/AAAAAAAADhI/ftVrXYdfYCg/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IZjQTe_aSr4/U_TXCpHqOrI/AAAAAAAADhI/ftVrXYdfYCg/s1600/photo4.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Interested in owning your very own Undead Ted? Be aware, they are highly sought after and time is crucial. There will be no room for error and they <i>will</i> sell out within minutes. This said, creep over to <a href="http://www.undeadteds.com/">http://www.undeadteds.com</a> and good luck. One final warning, as I have intentions of adding to my collection, expect one of your competitors to be me. Mwhahahahahahaha!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqce10EDbDA/U_TYYvY396I/AAAAAAAADhU/6eO1jEqz1OA/s1600/photo10.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eqce10EDbDA/U_TYYvY396I/AAAAAAAADhU/6eO1jEqz1OA/s1600/photo10.JPG" height="64" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Similar to the ones seen</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">There was a time when, while making my way through a seasonal haunted house, I came to a kitchen display, which was nothing short of a cannibal’s dream. There were boiling pots on the stove with red foam spilling over the tops and each had a various limb sticking out. This in itself was wonderfully horrendous, but not quite as gruesome as the row of various shaped jars on the shelf above, each filled delectably. To me, this was a fantastically macabre and superb display. Well, the idea stuck and I’ve since started canning myself.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ7iCc01i2w/U_TbHO2Jv-I/AAAAAAAADhc/xc11OeJ-4IA/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fZ7iCc01i2w/U_TbHO2Jv-I/AAAAAAAADhc/xc11OeJ-4IA/s1600/photo1.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Various distinct jars, a spool of gauze, a few dabs of fake blood and a liberal supply of body parts found at the local Halloween store is all it takes.</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3t7o_q7wusY/U_TsZVnKY8I/AAAAAAAADiM/Ehk7E0RM_u0/s1600/photo8.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3t7o_q7wusY/U_TsZVnKY8I/AAAAAAAADiM/Ehk7E0RM_u0/s1600/photo8.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Call me demented. Call me appalling. Call me sick. Just don’t call me late for dinner, especially when finger nibbles, eyeball soup and thigh fricassee is on the menu. Heh Heh</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B87MnCHsXHI/U_Tsih5YTMI/AAAAAAAADiU/52QFR1FXDK4/s1600/photo9.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B87MnCHsXHI/U_Tsih5YTMI/AAAAAAAADiU/52QFR1FXDK4/s1600/photo9.JPG" height="148" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,&quot;sans-serif&quot;;">Went and saw The Purge 2: Anarchy and must say that it is considerably better than the first attempt. Guess they listened to the fans' backlash. Now, if they can just add some gruesome gore and demented shocks, they'll be right on.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eei2YyZ8JpM/U_TgiNgE6tI/AAAAAAAADhw/2_SEdl9rdII/s1600/3.5%2BCreepy%2BPeeking%2BClowns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eei2YyZ8JpM/U_TgiNgE6tI/AAAAAAAADhw/2_SEdl9rdII/s1600/3.5%2BCreepy%2BPeeking%2BClowns.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I also revisited some older flicks. Tales from the Crypt Demon Night, Basket Case and The ABC's of Death. This latter flick has become somewhat of a macabre favorite of mine and offers 26 independent directorial visions. While not all of the short films are stellar, the complete alphabet is depicted and oddly enough, I'm looking forward to part 2, which is currently in the making.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="146" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/sOjnX-Mbzqg" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Next theater visit will be October 24th for Ouija. Who knows, maybe I'll show you my Ouija Board beforehand. Heeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="146" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/_T1Jj1inE8M" width="260"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYHz5nka8BE/U_Td8PJ9vHI/AAAAAAAADhk/m5hZslO96Z4/s1600/The%2BWalking%2BDead%2B1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PYHz5nka8BE/U_Td8PJ9vHI/AAAAAAAADhk/m5hZslO96Z4/s1600/The%2BWalking%2BDead%2B1.bmp" height="137" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Sunday October 12th, 2014 is The Walking Dead season 5 premiere. Mark your calendars zombie fans.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="146" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/j4GAs9TJVjM" width="260"></iframe><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now, if I could just get another episode of Staying Scared made...no worries ghouls, I will.</span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="146" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/3leTYi6ua5Y" width="260"></iframe> <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wwTO8h0wka0/U_TpHUv-yTI/AAAAAAAADh8/w4ExDf-FAdE/s1600/bar.gif" height="8" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so Kiddies...until next time, keep in the shadows, aim the butcher knife well, allow the blood on the blade to dry, appreciate the quiver fluttering up and down your spine, and most of all...Stay Scared.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7378159830742434103.post-66909082388569421002014-07-04T19:20:00.001-04:002014-07-15T06:19:01.853-04:00Creepy diversity is a good thing...a review of the July 2014 issue of Under the Bed magazine.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><a href="http://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/underthebed/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jk3cRFjB5Es/U7Zxe0ycXoI/AAAAAAAADeY/Pnsfc21ySDY/s1600/Under+the+Bed+July+2014+issue.jpg" height="320" width="245" /></a></span></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/underthebed/" target="_blank"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Under the Bed July 2014 Issue</span></a><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Due out July 5th</span></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For the second time, Staying Scared has had the honor of reviewing Under the Bed magazine and can honestly say that the publication has only gotten better</span>.</div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Certain to grab you from the get go, the cover, by artist Jeremy Hochhalter, features a demented snarling clown climbing out, from where else, but Under the Bed. A terrified woman, armed with a pillow, stands ready to fight and it's quite obvious that she's going to need more than a pillow for this battle. Coincidentally, an interview with the cover artist is also included in the issue.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of artwork,<i> House of Skulls</i> by Arthur Piper, perfectly opens the issue and initially appears to be a creepy excursion or exploration surrounding a viewed painting hanging in the Leopold Museum, much like Rod Serling had done during the opening tales of Night Gallery. And basically it is, however, this journey to the truth is far more horrific than anything depicted on the famed show and as the tale moves forward, don't be surprised by your pondering.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In Dusty Davis' <i>The Night Troop</i>, a couple's romantic trip to a secluded cabin turns terribly wrong and it will soon be quite clear that not all monkeys are sweet, kind, cuddly and lovable.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcETX5Bbkgo/U7cvv5LgDZI/AAAAAAAADeo/zFFvc76Vpes/s1600/snowblind.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcETX5Bbkgo/U7cvv5LgDZI/AAAAAAAADeo/zFFvc76Vpes/s1600/snowblind.jpg" height="200" width="131" /></a></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxE8ZlV0mxc/U7cv0clcJaI/AAAAAAAADew/pYhS_uvv9mE/s1600/abed-poster-231x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cxE8ZlV0mxc/U7cv0clcJaI/AAAAAAAADew/pYhS_uvv9mE/s1600/abed-poster-231x300.jpg" height="200" width="154" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Patrick Brennan's review of Christopher Golden's novel <i>Snowblind</i> is detailed, thoughtful, well written and spot on and the same applies for Managing Editor Wednesday Lee Friday's review of Ryan Lieske's film <i>Abed</i>, a rather disturbing independent zombie film spurned from the Elizabeth Massie short tale of the same name, where she is kind enough to limit the spoilers to an additional and clearly marked paragraph. According to the outstanding review, this dark and disturbing film is not for children and Staying Scared has the distinct impression it ranks up there somewhere alongside&nbsp;<i>A Serbian Film</i>, having scenes some may wish they had never seen, which may very well entice many horror fans to seek the film out.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Joel Couture's <i>Being Dead Ain't Easy</i>&nbsp;is completely enticing and an intense review of the <i>Murdered: A Soul Suspect game. </i>While&nbsp;Gena Radcliffe has you covered with her <i>Journey into the Netflix Instant Queue</i> column and a fantastic review of the 1986 film <i>Gothic</i>.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The gem of the issue in grotesqueness alone is by far Paul Stansfield's <i>Unholy Spirit</i>, a tale of a sociopathic woman and her maniacal quest kidnapping, mutilating and torturing victims. But, the tale doesn't end there and has a macabre, unsettling twist that would make even the film <i>Hostel </i>pale by comparison. After surgically scarring the victims beyond repair, ala Metallica's <i>One</i> video, the victims, having only feeling being the last remaining sense, are meticulously kept alive for years, in order for her to continue the demented work.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In literary terms, Morgan Knight's<i> Love, Ann</i>&nbsp;is a superbly written,&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">complete and whole ghastly&nbsp;</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">tale told through a series of correspondence letters.</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Also included in the issue is the second installment of Rex Crossley's ongoing <i>Where were you when the world changed?</i> series and this time the question of <i>What the Hell Happened to Warren?</i> is posed.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For those automatically assuming that the inside pages of Volume 2, issue 10 incorporates clowns, I am sorry to tell you that this is not the case. However, I am <i>not</i> sorry to say that by no means should you allow that minute fact to persuade or sway your opinion on whether or not to explore further. For, if you do, you will certainly miss out on one of the best up and coming horror magazines.</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I personally haven't read each and every issue, I do wish I had and will most likely change this in the very near future. Incidentally, yours truly had the honor of reviewing the very first issue of Under the Bed and that review can be found in the back pages here at Staying Scared.</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nonetheless, with 70 pages loaded with creepy diversity, the July 2014 issue of Under the Bed will surely not disappoint. However, be forewarned though, after that first page turns, both horror fans and horror fiction lovers alike will probably find themselves having a hard time putting the magazine down and this ghoul read it from cover to cover....twice.</span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Want to explore Under the Bed for yourself? Maybe get a subscription?</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.fictionmagazines.com/magazines/underthebed/" target="_blank">Creep over to their website here</a></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApP6thlAx9U/UhpOTGsuseI/AAAAAAAACGo/Pf-KtzpEzso/s1600/graveyard.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ApP6thlAx9U/UhpOTGsuseI/AAAAAAAACGo/Pf-KtzpEzso/s1600/graveyard.png" height="25" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out the latest Staying Scared Video Blog</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="215" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/Appmz6vVidU" width="260"></iframe><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><img height="25" src="https://images-blogger-opensocial.googleusercontent.com/gadgets/proxy?url=http%3A%2F%2F2.bp.blogspot.com%2F-ApP6thlAx9U%2FUhpOTGsuseI%2FAAAAAAAACGo%2FPf-KtzpEzso%2Fs1600%2Fgraveyard.png&amp;container=blogger&amp;gadget=a&amp;rewriteMime=image%2F*" width="200" /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And so my ghoulish fiends,</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stay Scared,</span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thomas</span></div>Thomas Scopelhttps://plus.google.com/116555044969294812546noreply@blogger.com0